Smoke Long Stories

Changes (Day 142: 28/03/13)

The trip, cancelled. Problems arose, but the whistle has been blowing for a while now. We’ve all had our ears to the tracks, but alas forgot to look up. Let’s simply blame health. Free Range Chicken’s voyage has been cut short.

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Back on St. Lucia I walk the docks talking to each person I meet. Free Range Chicken will probably continue south, the wrong direction for me, later tonight. I’m left with a nervous feeling in my chest. “Sorry to bother you. Do you own that boat? You wouldn’t happen to be looking for crew?” I’ve been doing this all morning. I feel like a customer service agent. “Hello there, welcome to [insert franchise here]. How may I help you?” The monotony is necessary if I am going to get anywhere. So is positivity. I have to be an enthusiastic salesman. Many people are willing to help me go north, but in reality can’t for some reason or another: sailing south, no room, already checked out. I walk up to a powerboat with its door open and the sound of barking begins to emerge from inside. As the owner comes to see who the visitor is the non-threatening barks die. I let out a customary good-morning.

“What’s your story?” A standard British accent.

I do my spiel and look to see if his expression will say no before his words. Something is different. I think I have found my ride north again.

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