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Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on my soul in agony.


Here we have a ferry coming into Sullivan's Cove from the Eastern Shore.

Henry and I are currently discussing plans to launch into our own adventure on the high seas, but haven't quite decided on how big a boat we should start off with. After seeing Jaws, we are erring on bigger.
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KL said…
Buy a cruise or a warship :-D

Hmm...it still looks pretty green out there though it is supposed to be begging of winter soon!
9 May 2009 at 10:35
Cuppa Jo said…
I've never seen 'Jaws'. On purpose. I like going into the ocean and my imagination is wild enough without Spielberg enhancing it.
9 May 2009 at 11:33
Keropokman said…
Maybe a submarine if you love to hide under the water. hehe..
9 May 2009 at 13:58
Priyanka Khot said…
Whoa! that is quite huge. I cannot suggest a boat but i definitely want you all to come to come to India on your first voyage!

P.S: I have made an attempt to write a drabble. Please let me know what you think. It is on this link:

http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/
9 May 2009 at 15:24
Roddy said…
How about the little boat your daddy works on? 100,000 ton big enough? And we have 3 cranes capable of landing any size fish up to 5 tonne.
9 May 2009 at 18:50
Stefan Jansson said…
Don't worry about Jaws and start with a rowing boat!
9 May 2009 at 20:07
Kris McCracken said…
KL, our native trees here are not deciduous, so stay green through winter.
11 May 2009 at 11:18
Kris McCracken said…
Cuppa Jo, if you check your brain in at the door (the science is amusingly bad), it is not a bad flick.
11 May 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, the one time I went on a submarine I saw a Green Sea Turtle and my wife got sick.
11 May 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I did enjoy the drabble. You need to do what Jen did and aggressively pursue that man!
11 May 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, too big. It would know the bridge over (again).
11 May 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, rowing is too hard!
11 May 2009 at 11:19
Keropokman said…
how come your wife got sick?
claustrophobic?
11 May 2009 at 11:36
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, a combination of that and the fact that she was fourteen or so weeks pregnant!
11 May 2009 at 11:41
Priyanka Khot said…
lolz. Kris!

that was diction... hahhaha

i am glad that most people think that my fiction work is REAL... i think that makes me a good writer :)
11 May 2009 at 15:14
Roddy said…
Why would I want to sail under the bridge, unless it was to pick you up at your front door. I was thinking more of going off to do a bit of deep sea trawling.
Perhaps you would want another of my ex jobs. Southern Surveyor. She at least was an ex North Sea trawler. You should have seen her. S
he docks at the C.S.I.R.O. wharf.
Anyway the call is yours.
12 May 2009 at 19:48
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I bet that it was rooted in an event...
13 May 2009 at 14:28
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, too small!
13 May 2009 at 14:28
Roddy said…
Don't tell me you get seasick! Me, I just get sick of the sea. My god, that joke is wearing thin. Sorry.
13 May 2009 at 20:47
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I have only ever been seasick once, on the infamous Challenger B!
19 May 2009 at 09:35
Roddy said…
You bring back fond memories of the Challenger B. The beginning of the end of an era, and the awakening of a new dawn. How time flies, that was about 19 years ago. Thank you my son.
20 May 2009 at 19:20
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that will be 22 dollars please...
21 May 2009 at 13:37
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