Horse straits

see also: where my life was the six months before that.

Nothing.

No wind in the sails for the longest time.

Dumping the horses overboard to preserve food. To lessen the weight.

Water.

Water, everywhere.

Not a drop to drink.

see also: where my life has not been the last six weeks.

Now? Gale force winds. Hatches? Battened down. A sword fight at the top of the masts with a half-human/half-squid Davy Jones.

Wow. That's some pacing, universe.