The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the seas. . . A glass of water is one thing. A man easily downs it, capturing its menace in his bladder; pissing it away. A few drops of rain do little harm, save to remind of how grief looks upon the cheek. One day the water is willing to bear your ship upon its back like a liquid elephant. The next day the elephant doesn't want you on its back, and says, I have no more willingness to have you there; get off. At sea this is a sad message. The Captain sits in his cabin wearing a parachute, listening to what the sea might say. . .
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