We have a broken mast, and tears in the sail, so we can't go anywhere. We sail in circles, but we don't actually make progress. We see other boats, but they are in a fog and we just haven't got a foghorn. They plow right through us and leave us in pieces or sail in a wide circle, keeping their distance. Every now and then one of us jumps off our plank, never to be seen again. Some swim to passing ships to find peace. But those of use that remain live by the awkward turtle, with nothing to sustain us. You'd think we'd grow close, but our walls are too thick. We've got our own worlds, yet we long for company.
If you don't know what that's all about, I'll enlighten you. It's called S.S. NFOB (Nee- Fowb.) Yes, NFOB is a word. Just get over it.
Anyway, those of us on board the S.S. NFOB are virtually friendless. We have pathetic lives and pretty much keep our mouths sealed or run them off all to often. It's a social insecurity and we currently have two members, but we are joined and left behind daily. Being the captain, I can never leave. So poor old S.S. NFOB is under appreciated and a place of incurrable insanity. We are also raising funds to get a shark detector. I'm sick of loosing my parrots...
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