I think this may be the first piece of fiction posted on 3stacks.  Congrats to Danny, who may just have earned himself a side link.  For future reference, both Andrew and Danny’s side links can be taken away if they, say fall off the wagon like Andrew did after his ONE prolific week of writing.  Buck up dude.

My boat trip around the world with a bird named Chipper

Day One- Chipper flies away.  I debate changing the title of my journal entry, but keep it as an ode to Chipper

Day Two- Dealing with the loss proves easier than I thought, as I only really knew Chipper for part of a day.  The seas are smooth…

Day Three- Making my way out of the harbor.  My inept ability as a sailor begins to reveal itself as it took me three days to leave the harbor.  Seas are getting rougher

Day Three continued- Jesus who let me buy a boat.  Decide to hit the hay early, hoping the seas will calm down and the vessel will right itself as I sleep.

Day Four- What a horrible idea.  I left the sails at full mast all night, and now I couldn’t be more lost.  I’m terrified.  Where the hell is Chipper.  Probably on land.  Fuck Chipper was smart, that was the reason  I picked him as skipper.

Day Five- I don’t think I could put these sails down if I wanted to. This whole set up baffles me.  Ship continues to pick up speed.  I break into my emergency rum.  Too thirsty to drink rum.  Went down like water, I’m out within the hour.

Day Six- Hungover and seasick.  Decide it’s time for me to learn how to work this ship if I’m gonna make it around the world with it.  I play with a few of the lines, go to the helm and spin the wheel a few times.  I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of sailing more than doing it.  This stuff is baffling me. I  call it quits, get the coast guard on the radio, and ask politely for help.  No idea where to tell them to go

Day 7- After a day of searching, Coast Guard finds me.  I had finished off the rum.  They board my boat.  Can barely make sentences.  I throw a punch

Day 7 continued- I awake from a brutal beating.  “Thank you for getting me” I say.  We speed back home.  The seas are so so.  My lack of even basic sea describing ability further daunts me. Shouldn’t have bought that boat.  How am I gonna pay for that boat

Day 8- Finally make it back home, having not completed even a 100th of my trip.  Debate changing the title of journal again, but keep it as an ode to good intentions.