Call him Fishmail, he said, or something similar.
Anyway, our narrator appears full of energy despite being what many would call a massive depresso.
He has no money and nothing to interest him on shore, aside from following funeral processions, window-shopping for coffins, and assaulting people in the street when the miseries take hold of him.
He remedies these dark moods by going to sea as a substitute for something more mundane like, oh I don’t know, shooting himself with a pistol, for instance
To be continued…
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21st January 2025