If the boats a’rockin, don’t come a’knockin.
Saturday was our first “real” day at sea, I guess you could say. I’m not sure how much I really slept. The weather is a bit rough, to say the […]
Anchors away.
Off we go, finally leaving Biloxi forever!
Swing low
September 22nd. Wednesday. It never fails that hump day seems to drag on. I don’t remember what time I woke up, but it wasn’t in time for a sunrise and […]
It’d be silly to let go.
There are some days where there are more than enough fish for the sea. And tanks. And plastic pools.
Biloxi Bound
The real joke on the new crew comes when you find out you’re never going to leave port.
