That night was reaching the tipping point, because standing in front of me was someone talking just a little too loudly over Nova's singing.

Like a puppy after a videotape.

It just wrenched itself into the sea.

I was worried as we rose up-

A striped sailor shirt and a pipe jutting out of the right side of his profile were all the clues I needed.

needed.My name is Benjamin Skipper Blankenship.

That is, I did not make that up