Big Breakers

Big Breakers. Frothing, the colour of spring leaf, a mountain top of ocean intent on drowning you it is not like crossing a road and just have time to jump clear of a car. No, you are totally helpless and your salvation is down to luck not maritime ability. The beast has gone mad something we said down in the mess-hall when playing card? Not to forget the good moment when the sea is flattening out flecked by light blue. Our promises of not drink and smoke and to be kind to our mothers vanes. There is something mesmerizing about it, will the ship be able to shudder and get up from the tons of water? Are we ghosts from a past that never was? I Kingston we drank rum & coke and never spoke about our inner thoughts, we had survived and lived in the moment. But what can you expect of a simple seaman when landlubbers can’t even remember last year’s war.