Now hear this, this is your Captain speaking

Sippin coffee, haven’t seen the sun in days, that’s not fog, forest fire smoke from across the lake. Tappin fingers… BUTTER BAR UPHAM, get your ass in here like yesterday!.

Upham this is shark week, one look at you Upham easy to see you don’t know how much I like shark week, Upham, NO ONE has the right to sully the uniform, no one. The Queen is waiting for you.. The oceans are not infested with sharks upham, they live there, it is their home, time to visit, FLING!

Pete, put in charge of cleaning the deck of SCUMBAGGERY

Without sun, it’s a good thing I have a sunny disposition, whoever did this has a crappy selection of music, shoulda been the JAWS theme

“Bossman, there’s someone talkin to you on your left shoulder, what’s he saying, ratdog, it’s the devil telling me I am not strong enough to withstand the storm, what you tell’m Bossman, I whispered to him, least I didn’t lose a golden fiddle to some hillbilly down in Georgia, get the fuck away from me I stuff to do.

Been while ratdog, been long actually

“I fish because I love to. Because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly. Because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape. Because in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing what they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion. Because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed, or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility, and endless patience. Because I suspect that men are going this way for the last time and I for one don’t want to waste the trip. Because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters. Because in the woods I can find solitude without loneliness. … And finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important, but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant and not nearly so much fun.”

The man who wrote those words, is the same man who wrote these