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 "******* 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

We’ve known each other half our lives,
Through sunny day and winter chill,
So much has changed since we were young,
Except our love which never will.

We’ve shared this road for half our lives,
Through cheery smile and sorrowed tear,
So much we’ve seen along the way,
Yet we stay strong through each new year.

We’ve been entwined for half our lives,
Through happiness and tragedy,
So much has been in our shared time,
But through it all we’re meant to be.