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Nearing the End of the World
Sunrise turns a starboard sea into a blinding nova and reveals a portside Orca podómy morning epiphany. Our narrow-beam, long-hulled craft pushes twelve knots on GPS and coffee while these matriarchal nuns with fins whiz by on sonar and salmon-breath. Herman Melville's Captain Ahab seizes my body, mumbling, "Aye ye damn-ed whales: curs-ed scourge of the deep!" I don't know what came over meónautical road-rage, perhaps?