Okay, seeing as you don't want it, I've taken the whole fucking thing and stuck it on my site.

As my old man used to say: "Be careful what you wish for, my boy." :)

(I sailed the Bight of Africa for weeks on end, in a frigate, hiding from the Russians. We weren't very good at it. They'd always find us and we'd play like it was for real. The Sargasso Sea, a sapphire-green ocean of dolphins, porpoises, and quick-silver flying fish, hot as Hades, clouds piled to Heaven, eerily quiet, the never-ending swish of that amazingly beautiful water, burnt to blazes, giant sea tortoises, islands of kelp just beneath the surface, being woken at 04:00 am to be told we were at 0 degrees N,S,E,W, smacking into the quay at Abidjan, running wild and free in Las Palmas, Charleston, Norfolk, New York, doing the run down the African coast, the Conrad jungles of Angola, the golden sands of the Namib desert threaded with brown rock running into the cold, white-edged Atlantic on the Skeleton Coast, the Southern Oceans, ah yes, Chris, where do these memories belong if not here?)