Upon the sea, one is out of his element. But some of us make better sailors than others. In the case of Captain Jota, he was of the opinion that oceans belong to no man. So he took a young crew of able seaman and put to sea.
Jota was salty for his years. A stark and honed sailor beyond what you will find in most navies today. Jota hailed from the proverb of “wooden ships and iron men.” He sought to navigate like his forebears. Back when you owned the knowledge of true north. And harnessed the wind.
Sail he did. Past the Falklands. Round the Horn and straight to pizza crust. He was curious about what lay beyond a frozen wall. Like Admiral Byrd and his coterie. What a slam, aye. Ice pizza crust holds in the oceans by design. Dare anyone deny it? In Germany, they throw you into prison for questioning one of the biggest lies in history. What a hoot. The only bigger lie is how the earth is a spinning ball. Back to the ice wall.
Antarctic summer invited Captain Jota to explore her bridey skirt. What sailer can resist it? The books of old contain summer voyages along these cliffs of ice. There is only so long you can ride it. Before you find yourself right back where you started. Horse Shoe Bay. The shortest voyage from Cape Horn to Antarctica. Hmmm…. Now you start to understand the fight for the Falklands. Guess whose watch dogs guard the pizza crust today?
The only way to guard your lie is to keep people in the dark. Hiding knowledge has been the goal of fallen angels since they fell. You see. Satan is the father of lies. A fool despises knowledge. And what but a ship of fools is the broad path to hell?
My boys knew where they were at all times because they had a sextant. Well there you are. Wherever you go. That is where you must needs be. A sextant measures the distance of the sun, moon and stars from the sea horizon. It lets you know exactly where you are upon the sea. The sextant would be worthless on a globe earth. It was designed for a flat, stationary plane. Just like all the flight schools teach their pilots. “Fly as though the earth is flat and stationary.” Why do they do this? Because it is.
Think about how easy it is to get people to believe a myth. Tell them there is a devil’s triangle off the coast of Cape Kennedy. They re-labeled it canaveral for some reason. Ask the father of lies. Who tells us that private aircraft and pleasure boats have disappeared there. Sure they have. But unlike Flight 19, they didn’t get lost and run out of gas. They likely got shot down or torpedoed. The so-called bermuda triangle is where nasa ditches rockets and bogus flying gadgets. They never get too high before they whip a U-turn and ditch. Try to dive there and see what happens. The ocean floor is littered with their lies. Of course they have to concoct another lie to cover the other lie.
So Captain Jota dropped anchor in horse shoe bay to ride out an impending storm. He left his crew aboard and headed off to survey the unknown. While he was gone, the war ship wellington ordered Jota’s crew to weigh anchor and head out to sea. Into the storm. This had suicide potential. But just in case the storm failed to sink the little boat, it is likely that the wellington did. When Captain Jota returned, his boat and crew were at the bottom of the Ross.
We only answer to one Boss. Come hell or high water. Everybody dies of something. A life span is 75 years. Death comes for the cancer doctor. Like it comes for a hood-winked boy on a battlefield. Yaa bitch. The only thing you need to get straight is where you plan on spending Eternity. Now that — is the rub.
