2.9.12

This is what happens when i get bored on detention Standing on a ship without a captain on board sailing off to lands now unknown. Sink or swim there is no question tides are rising Davy Jones will not reap me like he did the Black Pearl Now lost in the depths of his locker. As the pink cherry sun drops tomeet him the darkness slowly closes in a vintage map a broken compass raise the mast high speed winds blown off course not a worry in the world one day, paradise will be found pineapples and piña colada sunrises among other things palm trees endless sandy beaches the 'x' marks the spot golden treasures lay waiting far off yonder