A text from the boss,

Load up the car we’re gonna get lost.

6’10”, big fins, new leash

Hoping to catch a beast.

Chartered a boat,

Hoping it’s gonna float.

Caught up with Captain Buck

Seems like he don’t give a f*ck.

Whiskey and wine,

We’re gonna have a time.

Thinking tube thoughts,

But she only goes 8 knots.

Eggs on in the galley

Too many coffees to tally.

Eyes on the charts,

Hoping we’ve got some smarts.

Boils out on the rocks,

Pull out the blury binocs.

Short short ride,

Gotta be the tide.

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A glimmer in the light,

Hope it’s not a right.

It’s not,

It’s better than we thought.

Hoping the anchor set,

Gave it our best bet.

Few head dips,

No big pits.

Little washier than we thought

Looks like Jonos gettin rocked.

Back on the Pearl

Jonathan managed not to hurl.

Veggie dogs on the grill

Took a few minutes to chill.

It’s bigger now,

We don’t know how.

Steve made some drops,

But now there’s some chop.

Caught inside,

Almost died.

Abandon ship,

Lips were just too thick.

Motoring west,

Everyone got some rest.

Found some right,

Just looked alright.

Better than it looks,

It’s actually on the cook.

Few tubes a couple turns,

Everyone’s arms starting to burn.

Pulled into an island town,

Not a soul around.

$20 for the night,

We’re all feeling alright.

Early morning,

push off the mooring.

A whole lot smaller,

still some worth a holler.

Sheet glass this time,

and still some long lines.

We’re all surfed out,

Ready to turn her about.

One more chance to dine,
Another round of wine.
Hate to see our time run short,
But we're headed back to port.

Headed back to the grind,

with tubes on the mind.