Monday, November 16, 2009
I broke a tooth on the guard rail of the yacht last night while fighting for footing against the waves. We were tossed across the peaking valleys and slid deep into the yawning wells that seemed, from the bottom, very much like the mouth of the whale that ate Jonah. We all survived and nothing was lost that couldn't be replaced. A quick roll with Poseidon does wonders for one's humility.
A few items were soaked. Some rather nice wine was broken in the unsecured cellar, and as I mentioned, my tooth was knocked.
Today I phoned my cosmetic dentist and he assures me there will be no lasting lacuna in my smile. Until then, I am a pirate, with a Stonehenge smile and a two-day beard.
I am seriously considering getting a gold front, maybe with a little SR stamped in diamonds. I would be like an aquatic couturier version of Slick Rick the Ruler.
Posted by Serg Riva at 8:38 PM