- 7 Years At Sea -
7 years out at sea and I didn't even get a tan. It all began when myself and three others were playing a game of cards. Winner had their wish fulfilled by everyone at the table. The game was intense, with everyone's heart on the line, but Sam, the man seated adjacent from me, won the game.
His wish was simple: to boat along the Pacific coast. So we set our departure date and met at the dock. I arrived first, casual as could be, in red stockings and a sequin skirt. Shortly after, one by one, the others came. We all boarded the boat in the hopes of returning home in seven days. Three days into our voyage, we crossed paths with rumbling water causing our boat to tip. Once under water, I saw what had caused our icy plung in the sea. Swallowing us whole, we lived in her rubbery membrane. Seven years later, the elusive, giant squid regurgitated us along the New York City shore. I don’t know what bothered me more, the smell or wearing the same outfit for almost a decade.