- October 26, 2009 • 6:09 pm PDT
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The other day in Prehistoric Art, my professor told this story:
While in the Virgin Islands, he saw an 18 foot Portuguese sailboat on the shore and went inside. He found a 17 year old British boy, sleeping. This boy had sailed across the Atlantic Ocean twice already, and was getting ready to sail out again. He kept zip-locked veggies and potato flour under the floor in the bottom. He only had one book: John Lennon poetry. His map was on a place mat, just the Atlantic Ocean, and was by himself.
"If you wouldn't mind, cast me off. I need to be in Miami by next Wednesday."
While in the Virgin Islands, he saw an 18 foot Portuguese sailboat on the shore and went inside. He found a 17 year old British boy, sleeping. This boy had sailed across the Atlantic Ocean twice already, and was getting ready to sail out again. He kept zip-locked veggies and potato flour under the floor in the bottom. He only had one book: John Lennon poetry. His map was on a place mat, just the Atlantic Ocean, and was by himself.
"If you wouldn't mind, cast me off. I need to be in Miami by next Wednesday."
