Retired Sea Master

Retired Sea Master. Brilliant sun, cold wind from the Atlantic I’m standing outside the hotel by the car while my wife is arguing with the staff, apparently we had been overcharged but I had already paid the bill and they were reluctant to return the money. I felt guilty too many beers last night, this morning doing a blood test my hands trembled and I spilt blood on the sheet. I was standing there wanting a beer, but I was the driving, it is a long drive, and my wife gets nervous on the motorway. She came out they had paid her ten Euros to avert a scandal as a bus full of Danish tourists were pulling up, mostly old couples. When I asked if they were fleeing Denmark because of the shooting troubles in Copenhagen I got angry looks, my joke had fallen flat, and I decided never again telling a joke unless it was against me, but I’m not funny just an ordinary man who tries not to drink during the day and also in the evening when I try work. So you call this work? Yes, it is I’m telling it just the way it is not trying to be a hero or someone famous, just the day in the life of a nobody who used to be listened to when he was a captain on a cargo ship.