A sunken ship and a drunken sailor – both tell tales. You are that drunken sailor and your deeds are a sunken ship. What of the sea? Well… the sea is why ships float. It gives sailors their lives and takes them away. It enables and disables. All good and bad flows down to the sea for judge-less absorption. Babies sleep to sea-dreams while old men’s eyes drift in dreams of home. The sea tells no tales – it waits, for the sea is in our very blood.