Sea Legs – Object Writing March 19
Mar 18th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingHe tasted determination as he moved from one end of the deck to the other – funnily it tasted quite similar to saliva and the inside of a bloody bitten lip. He was determined to get to the other end of the deck to adjust the sheet and pull down the foresail, the automatic motor had packed it in and the elements of nature seemed to all be gathered against him in a tumultuous assault. He was tethered to the deck in case of a random wash, the multi-meter swells the vessel was traversing suggested this was a good idea. Fiery pricks of driven spray on the corrugated wind kept pushing him back and making his eyes turn into post box slits but he kept persisting.
His sea legs had been forged in the swells of the Cape of Good Hope, so the tiny inconveniences of these lesser depths were of no concern. He understood that for some people such a swell would leave them walking on legs of watery rubber, melting on the deck and buckling over in paroxysms of heaving vomit, but he doggedly maintained a fix on the target while his stomach remained as well cast as a steel girder in a skyscraper. His mind swung forward to a few minutes hence where he would clamber back through the rear hatchway, check the auto pilot was set and would clang through the metal hatchway to the ………
