Singing...

The critics have spoken. You have probably all been entertained by the literary ramblings of our mentally fatigued writer, but last night proved to be too much for the surrounding wildlife. Fresh off his 15 minutes of literary fame, the scribe of Sauvage attempted to spread his wings into the field of yodeling. As we were sailing along on a moonlit sea, surrounded by a pod of dolphins on a beautiful tradewinds night, Spanky, named after his TV character look-a-like from "Spanky and our Gang" chose at that moment to burst into his first stanza of yodeling. In abject horror, the crew abandoned deck, quickly donned their earplugs, and battened the hatches. In no way dismayed, Spanky launched into the second stanza with renewed energy. It proved to be too much. A wave of flying fish, followed by a wave of baby squid, burst aboard our boat and pelted Spanky from all sides. Finally, when two squid and one flying fish simultaneously landed in his mouth he got the hint and his short lived vocal career mercifully ended. Whew! As the crew slowly emerged from the cabin they were greeted by the sight of Spanky gleefully scampering around the decks quickly picking up the carnage and muttering about the gigantic seafood and salsa omelet he would cook in the morning. Once again it was too much for the crew who completely refused to allow Spanky below decks and anywhere near the galley. In a short time Spanky regained his senses and realized that he should limit his entertainment career to his popular and well read "musings".

Oh a sailor's life for all of us.

-Brian