For many daze we sat in this doldrum.
In the doldrum.
Yes there were gusts of wind. Great gusts.
Sometimes they would even join together making wild storms.
But, the only wind to hit our sails was a cutting wind,
a slicing wind.
Winds that cut and sliced through a sail.
So… here we sit.
Mired on this island.
Trying not to learn native.
DAMN, DAMN THE WIND!
Thank you, friend.