I've been on ships and ferries, but never an actual boat which I find odd. Still if given the chance I would always choose jet sking over being on a boat.
I've been on ships and ferries, but never an actual boat which I find odd. Still if given the chance I would always choose jet sking over being on a boat.
I used to go fishing a lot when I was younger, mostly with my great uncle. I also used to live near several lakes, so we would go boating every once and awhile. I also took a tour of the USS Midway when I was in San Diego, it was pretty neat.
I did not step a single foot on a boat while in the Navy though.
I've been on boats and I hate them. The sea is not for me. I didn't get seasick or anything, I just felt a very strong anxiety about not being on dry land. But that's probably just my aquaphobia
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Boat stories!
When I was about 12 or so, my dad and I went fishing on my uncle's fishing boat. It was decent-sized and could get upwards of 45-50 mph in the open water. As we were moving along at 15-20 mph out of the dock area, I was sitting up by the bow (front) of the boat. My uncle cautioned me that I might want to move back, but I said I was fine, and I liked the view from the bow. My uncle did not repeat the warning or explain the reason for it before he simply hit the accelerator, and the boat started speeding through the water.
Soon we hit a decent sized wave in the water which caused the front of the boat to fly into the air -- and me with it. When the boat slammed back into the water, inertia left me hanging several feet above the boat; if I had not quickly grasped the railing in my hand (and my arm was fully extended upwards), I would have almost certainly flown overboard. Then I came crashing down into the boat, slamming my back on bench.
I moved to the back of the boat.
I've been fairied... multiple times.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I've been on a lot of ferries. That's what happens when you live in coastal Norway.
everything is wrapped in gray
i'm focusing on your image
can you hear me in the void?