Reblogged from The Perpetual Vagabond:
It was 3:30 in the morning and I had just been hit in the arm by a flying fish. Despite this, my all consuming nausea and dizziness was really the focus of my sleepless, disoriented thoughts, but the sting in my right shoulder and a winged fish floundering around on the deck also disturbed me.
The ships rigging creaked and shuddered while we sailed through another long hot Caribbean night.







































