A cold shiver ran thru the Face of Everyman when he realized that behind him was Bucko Billy Robinson, First Mate on the hell ship HMS Dracula. What could he be doing here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Had he, at last, hunted down the venerable sage who jumped ship in Port Alberni? Turns out this bully had bought into the local retirement assisted living condos. They were to be neighbors; maybe even friends.
It was his reoccurring nightmare; the bilge pumps had broken down, the scuppers were clogged and the crew refused to go aloft to take in sail. the Face of Everyman was ship’s cook on the Merriweather, hell ship of Pacific sealing fleet and there seemed no way out of this impending disaster. Until, of course, he forced himself awake.