| Well, I'm on the downeaster "Alexa". And I'm cruisin through Block Island Sound. I have charted a course to the Vineyard, but tonight I am Nantucket bound. We took on diesel back at Motauk yesterday. Left this morning from the bell in Gardner's Bay. Like all the locals here I had to sell my home. Too proud to leave, I worked my fingers to the bone so I could own my Downeaster "Alexa". And I go where the ocean is deep. There are giants out there in the canyons, and a good captain can't fall asleep. I got bills to pay and children who need clothes. I know there's fish out the but where God only knows. They say these waters aren't what they used to be, but I got people back on land who count on me so if you see my downeaster "Alexa" and if you work with the rod and reel, tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis. And I still have my hands on the wheel. Now I drive my downeaster "Alexa" more and more miles from shore every year, since they told me I can't sell no stripers and there's no luck in swordfishin' here. I was a bayman like my father was before. Can't make a living as a bayman anymore. There ain't much future for a man who owns the sea. There ain't no island left for islanders like me. |






a dancing overused bastardized face shoots my house
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Hand me the keys, you cocksucker
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Hand me the keys, you cocksucker
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