Round SXSW

Round SXSW

The seas I thrive upon have been known to swallow ships whole. When the yearly storms roll across the sea, we batten down the hatches and demand all hands on deck, bracing for the forty foot waves that pound relentlessly at the bow. With no choice, I sailed my weary ship into the maelstrom and clung to my lifevest, knowing that although it was as marred as the heart of any dead sailors wife, my ship was going to get me through the storm, and the sun would be there waiting for me on the other side.