out to sea, just you- far out beyond the sky drawn by the sight lines -of the horizon in it's unending demarcation, latitudinal and longitudinal points of interest-- where there is life, sun, clouds and the occasional rain, when you took a wrong turn, to bring you further out -a situation, you hadn't counted on- you search daily - looking for-something-anything, signs of life in your momentary delirium-you start having actual life conversations with the only solitary animal for miles around; an albatross- who has made his temporary port of call- on your boats- starboard side- where each day he regales you with stories of his travels, places you will never see he hopes to keep your spirits up just in case- but until then, it doesn't matter to the bird for each time he looks at you , in apparent disdain he will remind- in his scared straight speech -Morgan Freeman voice why didn't you have a backup plan just in case- for a situation like this and then you both laugh at the absurdity of it all-to have conversations with a talking bird, and a man lost at sea