The Winds are blowing big time right through ripping apart the heart of the seaman that is very much little and fragile....It's sometimes quite a lot like stuck up in the middle of nowhere just to find that you are frozen both inside and outside but gotta still move on with a frost-bitten leg and a bleeding arm.....The seaman is of course heavily dependent on the Holy Crab and the Fat Fish...but independent thought process and soul searching is his prime hobby which has started to seem like going nowhere.....but in the ugly stupidish and stingy gutters!!