1360 days ago (unedited)
Seems we’ve traveled this path before… Melodramatic reactions to the terribly trite.
Dont mean to say I’m in a place to speak down to anyone, just trying to help with some advice.
What interest prevails in this futile exercise in comfort and callous? Adjusting the ballast to the forcasted wind…then the sail flies dead..apparently. The wind too can change and adjust. Really voicing concern the captain said his last commands, because the crew’s mutinous murmuring was taking hold…swift social change is afoot. The ports will be decided on a basis of loyalty and (pretense? (word for first dibs))… The remaining few, loyal crew, will really determine whether the captain will direct the ship again. He thinks, ‘aH…well, Twas a mighty used hull anyhow.’ he preceeds to undertake the dreaded soft spoken consensus amongst the men. As he does so, the true outcome of the voyage would surely be determined. Was the captain still the ship’s master? Or, is he to go down with the boat, it’s crew’s loyalty, or maybe the boat and the crew in it’s entirery? Tis but reliant on a carefull unravelling of a complicated short fuse, the manner in which it does, will provide the fabric of the future held for all, the captain, crew, and the boat itself. Those would be the things of physical importance. Wind has no purpose, without sails to push…and sails have no place without a boat to propell…and, a crew to unfurl them.
