The Feet of God

130 - IT GOT BAD

The Tempest was completely gone, and I was afloat at sea on a little dinghy.  Big waves rocked The Gypsy Soul again and again as storm clouds collected.  Things wasn’t looking too good at the moment.

Sprays of water soaked me.  In my rush to free the little lifeboat I tossed aside the tarp, not anticipating it could provide a protective cover under such conditions.  Unfortunately, there was no outboard motor or paddle, so I was completely adrift.  At least there was the life-preserver still on board.  But I doubted it would be any help.  With all them sharks prowling around the area it would just make me a float’n snack.

I sure wish I hadn’t gotten drunk drinking a bottle of rum.  I threw up over the side of the boat.  I prayed it wouldn’t attract sharks like so much chum.  The waves beat and battered The Gypsy Soul so bad that I got seasick on top of being drunk.  I blew chunks a couple’a more times.

I pondered on my situation.  I’d tried to make it a point in my life to walk a straight line and stop running in circles, and look how it ended up?  Another crap sandwich.  Sometimes your best just ain’t good enough.

I tellya, I was living the good life back on land in Punta Gordita.  I had a dream job working at The Rusty Trumpet.  Why did I give it up so easily to go with Crespo Laërtes?  I guess I hoped we’d find Baby Harmonica, but how realistic is that?  How realistic was my search for Baby Harmonica at all?  Sometimes I don’t understand the reasons why I do things, and I suspect I’m not alone.

My long cross-country trip involved a lot of sacrifices and pain.  And maybe it was all just for an illusion on my part.  I figured being disillusioned must be a good thing then.  Having learned this lesson, I’d have to reevaluate my future plans once safely back on shore.

Then I noticed not everything went down with Crespo’s boat.  The relic of the goddess Circe floated by The Gypsy Soul.  But how could this be?  Why didn’t it sink like a rock?  With difficulty I pulled it out of the water for a closer look.  Then I realized the damn thing was nothing but carved balsa wood painted to look like old stone.  It was a fake.

I started laughing like a crazy person, then a huge tiger shark nudged my tiny dinghy.

Can it get any worse?

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