IceBear - Phil the Flying Fish
Oh Two Hundred, as I drag my arse on watch feeling tired and sorry for my self, I meet Phil in the cockpit - dead! Well, things could be worse for me. Phil and I share the common fate of burial at sea - no, Phil will not suffer the indignity of becoming bait, of having a steel hook thrust thru the brain. Not this fish, not Phil. He will lay in state on my make shift grill alter until my watch is over, and then re-committed to the deep - Davy Jones Locker. His name makes a nice alliteration and his story is one of humility.
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