Journal Journal: ...or maybe it should be "Mare Incognita"
Just to get the metaphors all lined up nice and neat...
Journal Journal: Beyond here, there be monsters...
OK, so we've entered Terra Incognita.
No more hugging the coast or plying the inland waterways.
It's time to spread the spinnaker, trim the top'sls, batten the hatches, and shiver the timbers.
And batten the hatches.
Again.
Don't want a buncha unbattened hatches laying around causing trouble.
Nosiree, me.
No more hugging the coast or plying the inland waterways.
It's time to spread the spinnaker, trim the top'sls, batten the hatches, and shiver the timbers.
And batten the hatches.
Again.
Don't want a buncha unbattened hatches laying around causing trouble.
Nosiree, me.
