Once Upon the Green Sea

Once upon a time I was, it seems like 100 years ago, on an old fashion cargo ship, the carried all sorts from potatoes, flour, machine parts, plastic flowers, and tinned fruit, meat, and hats for the wife of the president in Honduras. For some reason, there was a door in my store room it led into a cargo hold I filled the larder till it looked like a corner shop. My task was to keep the cost of living down, and the captain got a telegram from the company complimenting me on keeping the cost down. When the ship birthed in some obscure port, the unloading took a long time and there was time to go ashore have a bit of fun and a good steak with wine at a restaurant. I was twenty-five and had a hell of a time, but nothing lasts forever, the ship was sold to a Greek shipping company and we all had to go home.