A Fishy Tale

I spoke to the sea, a calm breath though a gale raged inside of me – both my sails shredded, I begged for mercy: “Thou art the greatest world current, what brag would be a wretched notch like me!? Devourer of coasts! Reshaper of vast continents! Bane of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless formidable have foolishly challenged thee, and now lie silent in your crushing depths...were I added to such esteem numbers, a bald-headed, gray bearded, toothless old dote, it would be a disgrace~ better toss me high into the air, toward that island over there, for unlike you, Great Wet Majesty, crocodiles and lizards have no pride; then there not be shame of yours to hide – promise, never will I return….” and this, dear children, is why grandpa cannot take you fishing --