Once upon a tide, in the swirling eddies of human folly, there lived a sailor named Ol' Gilly. His ship was triumphant, not for its catches, but for the symphonies the seagulls sang.
In his quest for compliments, Gilly cast nets into the abyss, only to haul up seaweed riddled with unsolicited advice. "More salt for seasoning, less hullabaloo!" the kelp whispered.
Our hero, Captain Procrastinate, once set sail with a determination as fierce as a mildly annoyed cat. His vessel, the 'Maybe Tomorrow', navigated the treacherous waters of 'I'll Get to That' and 'What Could Possibly Go Wrong?'
Rumor has it, he anchored at the Port of Delay and still awaits the tide at the Dock of Decisions.
Beneath the tides lies a treasury of secrets: The Underwater Rummage Sale of Mysteries. Last week, the whispering waves placed their bets on a sunken yacht rumoured to house a lifetime supply of mismatched socks and forgotten dreams.
Dive in or float by, but either way, you'll end up wet and wondering.