The storm grew furious and Valenteen found himself trapped in the eye of the storm, struggling with the wheel cigar clinched in teeth. He was ready to meet his maker with his dog bandit by his side. His boat (A Little Nauti) tossed and turned while waves crashed repeatedly and bombarded the deck. Valenteen took his hands off the wheel and removed his life jacket to strap to bandit "I don't need this ******* thing where I'm going." As he took his pint of bourbon out from his back pocket he spit his cigar out to the pits of the sea. Valenteen took his last stand and looked up at that fifty foot wall of high water. He took a guzzle from his pint and then with a roar **** you Lord!" as the wall finally broke and crashed. That was the last of Valnteen Vincent, Bandit survived and was picked up from a crew on a cargo ship (El Faro) just off the coast of the Bermuda. Bandit now travels with them. -Shane Book
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
The storm grew furious and Valenteen found himself trapped in the eye of the storm, struggling with the wheel cigar clinched in teeth. He was ready to meet his maker with his dog bandit by his side. His boat (A Little Nauti) tossed and turned while waves crashed repeatedly and bombarded the deck. Valenteen took his hands off the wheel and removed his life jacket to strap to bandit "I don't need this ******* thing where I'm going." As he took his pint of bourbon out from his back pocket he spit his cigar out to the pits of the sea. Valenteen took his last stand and looked up at that fifty foot wall of high water. He took a guzzle from his pint and then with a roar **** you Lord!" as the wall finally broke and crashed. That was the last of Valnteen Vincent, Bandit survived and was picked up from a crew on a cargo ship (El Faro) just off the coast of the Bermuda. Bandit now travels with them. -Shane Book
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