It finally got to me.  I couldn’t deal with the escalating madness of this big city anymore.   It’s beginning to remind me of some dark and dank place in my worst nightmares–a port where you can never leave. I be stuck forever in the chaos of urban insanity.

After be’in waken up from a drunken stupor, I made my way around the swarms of busy butts and eventually to the shore where I can get a glimpse of peace.  It was there in my greatest despair,  I caught a ride on an Northbound charter.  She was a fine o’l craft with a very capable crew.  They even fished me outa the drink when I got to dancing a bit too much to me favorite tune.

As I dried me damp scuppers enjoying the sunset on the forepeak with a cup a joe that taste like bilge mud, I contemplated some poetic thoughts:  “It does not matter where we go, it only matters that we left.”

So we’re off to my big adventure out on the Salish Sea.  Not a penny to me name.  But that never stopped me before.  I’ll work on a tramper, shovel coal and count fish if I have to.  There’s always a way of there’s a will.