Salty Tales of the Sea, Part III

So this was one of those beach cities without a beach. Now that I think of it, it's probably more of a harbor city. A city filled with rich motherfuckers displaying their yachts, and a huge fish industry going on at the harbor, contaminating the whole area in a two mile radius with that horrible stench. But is it really THAT BAD? Just ask my cousin if you're in doubt - they claim he was brutally murdered by the stink. The creeping smell of fish, a formidable scent - stings the nostrils.

But then again, who are THEY? The doctors. The doctors, man. It was their call, I had nothing to do with it.

Coming to think of it, I really must've been stressed out. I had no intention of doing anything productive, but the way he just LOOKED at me... it was stressing, I tell ya! He was getting on my nerves, and I just couldn't help it one single bit.

The water was approaching. Or, one might say, I was approaching the water. This was going to be quite a trip. A journey like no man before me. An adventure, a quest, a mission of heart and a vision of mind. My arms were ready, my feet were steady, and my mindset had only one function: CONTINUE.

Continue forward, never look back. And so it came to be, that I set my footprints on The Mermaidoine.