a description of the amazing and exciting adventures i have here in baltimore--- and other lies.

 
Fourteen years is a long time to be at sea. More often than not, blue replaced green, and he nearly forgot what the word "field" meant. At night, he would dream his lanky appendages became sleek fins, and his peregreinations from ocean to sea to bay as natural as tramping from field to village to urb is for the wanderers of terestrial nature. In many ways, he found himself more like the great fish he hunted than the men on board who hunted with him. If he had been a shark in his former life, he would not be surprized. More shocking is that he is a man, now. "Oh, great beast! Why is it my fate to spill your blood rather than be kin to it?"
posted by gregorio at 7:27 PM