I've got the topo lines and fishing spots memorized for the Dry Tortugas.
Did I mention Mel Fisher asked me to work for him?
Sometime I'll tell you about liberating a Hemingway cat from the compound.
If you choose to hang let it be Captain Tony's.
Help's on the way.
You bastard!
You're way over my head here, old salt. The extent of my "sea legs" boils down to the six months I spent in Alaska on a 56-foot purse seiner and a 58-foot crabber, and that's been years ago. Beyond that, I'm landlubber through and through.
Hafta take your word for it.
Sometime I'll tell you about liberating a Hemingway cat from the compound. If you choose to hang let it be Captain Tony's. Help's on the way. You bastard!
Tony's is a go. My old office (before the Republic Bank job) is just down the street from Green Parrot... small world.