He could see in their weary eyes.... that traveling the World was not all that easy.... not all that it was cracked up to be Maybe the weary showed up more in the whites of her eyes then his ... he was not sure... their body's were filthy and caked in dirt and shit, She still appeared to have potential for sexual vigor in his estimation. His estimations were generally quite accurate.. he was a trained Pro, in many strange fields.
He was remembering all the to do well's... whom had worked a lifetime in anticipation of sailing their own yachts around the World...and how many rescuers it took to fly out in the UH1N twin engine model Huey Helicopter .... and making the Emergency evacuation a couple of hundred miles out to sea.... Several times With the MK Ultra boys... in those days they were the only ones nuts enough... they had some special designation.... I don't know or remember what it was he mentioned S.A.R. out at A.U.T.E.C. The Bahamas so called area 51 on Andros adjacent to the deep trench of ocean called the tongue of the ocean, he received some brand of training, It was a recruitment company for a certain agency .. he did not even know it at the time, that was the idea. He wound up in the Florida Keys for a Reason, like so many.
in his case he had taken a blow to the head when some shit had fallen from overhead....At the Jet fuel farm. He figured he would get compensated about the time Hell Freezes over... and that was perfectly fine with him.....
He remembers the winch unspooling rescue cable and the electrical static discharge snapping noise it made as it touched the wet deck.. of the Cheoy Lee...pow! beneath the rotors as they whirled and then his clambering on board the tossing vessel ... the smell of Puke wafting up from the hell of the below's ......
The Captain was sitting sick on the cabins floor... in sloshing bilge water tainted with diesel he was there in a weird sort of Lotus position... with a Psychotropic appearing Trance look in his eyes calling out just get me off of this damn Tub.... young man, as it was heaving.. in the highs seas and him saying I don't care where... you take.. her...Scuttle her take her to the nearest port of call... I don't give a damn... as he wretched his guts out over the low rail...into the sea ... then he scrawls his Name with letters of Doctorate in tandem ... on the release form.. and agrees to Pay.... U.S. Dollars from the U.S.S.V. Bank of Disappointment ..... life's disasters branch....... Some Where off of Southern California Coast in high Seas......
As the young air crewman looked into their tired eyes he could say to himself and remember ... ' You would make quite a piece of paper.' Yes that you would.
I guess he was referring to a future story, perhaps even this one, He was a much younger and stronger self then.. The only thing he could say or think as he did not want to be rude was.. to the yachts owner , after all .... He was there to help, that was the name of his gnarly game. ' You would make quite a piece of paper' yes you would, perhaps the old rich man may have been better off if he had chosen to spend his youth in pursuit of circumnavigating the globe... in some old tarred up sailing Scow while still in his youth? Well it was too late now.
He hoped he himself took away a lesson... Youth is only spent once at what it is you are doing.... and you are advised it better be doing what you love as much as possible.
Or at least tempered with your Passion.... but better yet, wholeheartedly .... engaged somehow.
He did feel for them... he really did... I am sure of it.
As a young man he looked into the eyes of the older Weary World Travelers and throwing pictures of the past away .
The Saga of Wooly Mike, The Last he heard he had moved to Costa Rica. And was looking down at the Ocean.
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