Curly hair a crooked tooth
Out of thin air I invent a new me for my new me life on boats and yachts and things. I change my name, alternately speak in a pseudo english accent to random people and start to really drink a lot. I think it makes me look tough although its hard to look touch vomiting but clarity is not really a strong point at that time.
I meet you in a local pub in Camden where I am taking a break from the assholes that are on the boat I live on now. I am drinking white wine and eating clam chowder. We start to talk because I am reading a book you just finished. We chat and exchange the normal amount of getting to know you information except much of what I divulge are lies as I try out which girl I think want to be. You have an old ChrisCraft boat and are restoring it as you live on it. We talk about sailing and you are the captain of a traditionally rigged boat and are just thing I think I am looking for. We have one night together and then I sail away from Camden but we write and keep in touch. Or I think I write..I don’t remember if you ever do and I forget about you.
Until you show up in Key West and ask around for me. You ask for my new name for myself…and describe me. People are wide eyed when I get on board having missed your arrival and I know that I have been caught in some lies and I will never see you again. I don’t see you but I still appreciate your awkward looks, darkly tanned sailing skin and your small gold hoop that lore assures will attain you a proper burial if you wash up on shore somewhere. You might have been the first clue to what my new life has might become and that it would be okay to invent myself and that meant figuring out who I wanted to be.