sailing..

I hate Thursday mornings, don't really know why, maybe it's because Thursdays are "Skeeter-Skooter*" days or maybe it's because Thursdays are "Chicken Liver & Tripe" days, regardless they just don't sit well with me. I don't know why I'm discussing Thursdays, seeing as how today's a Saturday, honestly I just couldn't think of a better way to start off this post.
Anyway, I was running late, I was supposed to meet Preeya and her friends down at the docks at 8:30 fm, but unfortunately they meant 8:30 fm Sargoparean time, while I ran on Maraycean timing. Preeya's my cousin four times removed, two times multiplied, and we we're pretty close. She's got this friend see, a real prick, but she seems to put up with him, now the prick friend, lets just call him Joe, has got a goddess of a sister, and I'm not exaggerating, she's hot on a whole new level, anyway, I was on holiday and feeling pretty bored, so when P asked if I wanted to join them for a cruise (you heard right, cruise!..Prick Joe's filthy rich, which makes me dislike him even more) I was like, of course not, I wasn't that bored, but when I heard Hottie Sis was going too...
So there I found myself, running towards the dock, sleep still in my eyes, not exactly the grand first impression I wanted to make but oh well. So fast forward to a couple of hours later, after my bungling entrance I managed to patch things up (smooth operator at work) and was enjoying getting to know Stacy better (aka Hottie Sis). The sun was out, the sea was clear, it was hard not to enjoy the day, especially when the company was fabulous (excluding Prick Joe)
With grudging jealousy I had to admire PJ's yacht, it was a work of art, the only other thing worth oogling at besides Stacy sunning herself. Now I wouldn't exactly call myself a seaman, but when you see a bank of dark clouds and choppy seas ahead, you pretty much turn the damn boat around, but no..not Captain Prick (see why I hate this guy?) He said it was just a passing shower, and according to his instruments (shall refrain from making a snide comment here) we would be able to "weather the storm" gosh, we were in for it now.
It started of gently, the sky got darker, the wind stronger. Soon the sun was blocked out, that's when the rain hit. The waves got progressively bigger, the screams got progressively louder (was reminded of Boyle's Gas law..pressure is directly proportional to the increase in temperature..) the only solace I had from our positively sucky predicament was the sight of PJ* huddled up in the control room. P and Stace were already wearing life jackets, I tried getting to the controls to bloody turn us around, that was the last thing I remember before the jarring cold water and the stinging taste of salt.

TBC