I licked my finger and raised it to the air.

And set sail.
due North. Tacked a bit east. sea spray lashing
me down to the mast.

I saw Ahab in the distance aboard a white monstrosity.He seemed quite happy.
The years had been kind. A Fulfilled destiny.
I envy him so to surrender.

I tacked south.
some strange feat but a mighty ****** am I. The wind at my beck the stars at call.
sextant be dammed. I will rise where I fall. or sink.
Brinkmanship my stock in trade.

The wind remained  at my back for a score and one.
my shirt in tatters. Still tied to the mast.
Howling banshees beckon me shore.

Nevermore.