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Last post: 6 months, 1 week ago | Thread started: Mar 11, 09, 6:26 a.m.
- Juan_Dumplo
FAIL


- Dog-earMar 11, 09, 6:27 a.m. – Permalink
- magnificent_ruin
worried sick about the baltic dry index

- Dog-earMar 11, 09, 6:28 a.m. – Permalink
- Nairn
Six Days out of La Grange. W 85° 30', N 24°30'
42 Flagons of Ale
16 Bushels of Malt Grain
5 and one half drums salted meatStorm Petrels and high cirrus to the east. Slow like the doldrums. Little movement since yesterday. Charting less than 4 knots by day, even less at night. The boor Jenkins took too enthusatically to the die aspect of Jenga. Now it's overboard, along with five pieces. No fun when the tower's run so low. Must ban games on the main deck. Still, good in calm conditions.
Jenkins has become increasingly wayward and infuriating. Not sure I can tolerate another 6 weeks of his groaning and sharp sideways glances. "Trouble ahead, cap'n", I have no doubt. Keep an eye on him.

- Dog-earMar 11, 09, 6:46 a.m. – Permalink
- nilsnihil
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.


- Dog-earMar 11, 09, 7:05 a.m. – Permalink
- radiculture


- Dog-earMar 11, 09, 7:12 a.m. – Permalink

















