We got off the bump of New Year, 2018 is a submarine run aground on an island in the Saragossa Sea. Her sailors walk in ring drink whisky from bottles that never empty and don't make the drunk enough to dance a jig. The sailors’ life is an odd one they see life passes by but always from a distance when they finally go ashore, it is the second best offer the divorcees of availability. Yesterday’s hamburger, stale ketchup and rejected buns, they take what is accessible, no other choice as the ship sails on and on…