GOONBOAT WIP 05 - NTSC

(message recovered from an ocean bottle, sometime somewhere ...)

All,

In waves they come and in gunfire they go.

The goons what I’m highlighting. And ain't they remorseless theatre, always blazing their big bragging shots side-to-side.

Well I’ve been giving it back plenty, wiping significant amounts clean from the middle seas. 

Any good I hear you ask? Not really. Right back again. Only, they change appearances for somewhat fresh challenge. 

Now the weather ain’t changed a lick since grabbing this here punt. It and yours truly remaining respectively calm, respectively. The days however got reach into nights now, though I can’t be complaining there either. See, the stars do shine pretty. Gives a man firm notion anything is possible—even escape. 

-Later