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Mokes

The Angry Seadog...

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The sea boiled. The sky, black, like the eyes of a Ginger. Our ship, pitching and rolling side to side. Family photos flew about, some lost to the sea forever. These were dark times. I clung tightly on to a bag of potatoes and I thought to myself..."God I hate potatoes....."

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He is a proud Captain. He stands on bow. Facing the bitter winds. Ice forming in his beard, a bag of Ravioli clenched in one hand and a copy of "The Illiad" in the other.

 

He looks to the horizon and tosses them in the sea. The book sinks, but the bag of ravioli floats. He looks down and shakes his head. Even in death, it mocks him.

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He is a proud Captain. He stands on bow. Facing the bitter winds. Ice forming in his beard, a bag of Ravioli clenched in one had and a copy of "The Illiad" in the other.

He looks to the horizon and tosses them in the sea. The book sinks, but the bag of ravioli floats. He looks down and shakes his head. Even in death, it mocks him.



Probably means they are done, just saying!


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