If I am ever trapped on a boat that is actually a cage maze with fake hazards, I guess I will do fine.
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Sometimes you will knock over half the tray of welcome drink on yourself and, covered in champagne at 9am in the early stages of a sixteen-hour day, you…
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as related to me by the sea-captain M.— C.—, in a tavern in the port of Hamburg, in the summer of the year before the plague Once upon a time the…
In the grass and over and under every corrugated-tin fishing shack and ramshackle dinghy lounged cats: cats rummaging through piles of fish heads, cats…
The ship sailed out of Harlingen late at night with the high tide, the ragged end of the waning blood moon swollen huge and low over the water, the…
On March 8th of last year I walked out of my apartment in New York for what would be the last time, although I didn’t know that then.
The sky was dense with white-spun clouds and everything looked like a black-and-white picture. White snow, grey stone, grey water, grey light. “Hey…
There are a lot of sea-stories about Heinke, all of them as wonderful as they are true.
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