I decided to become more active. Or at least, currents in this devious see made me to. My old, sinking wreck started to move again. Or some orange-haired panda started to move it, while sitting on deckchair on rotten deck and smoking her mint-tobacco-stuffed water pipe while drinking Russian vodka.

Do not know who this orange-haired panda is? Be ashamed! I bestow divine-panda punishment upon you.


Oh yeas, you can see, it is that panda. Well she had not been always panda, at least for what I know. But since I met her, she was panda. Definitely. Or overran tiger, as some panda-hating bastards could say.

Whatever, my ship is floating now, my not so favourite to be loved elves are hardworking, trying not to fall off of the deck (where is no railing currently).

And storm is coming, wind is rising its speed, however sun is still shining.
What a world, those are rules of sea. Of devious sea.

Oh, and one more thing, we've overran one mermaid. Now, the ocean-cops are after us. Oh, ho ho ho.