My occupation

Hi friends. Do you want to know what do I do? Ok, but I will not talk about my real occupation. Alternatively, I will talk about the occupation that I dreamed to have.

First I want you to be ready to go back in time with me about five hundred years.

The waves are high and rough. They are rising above me like a gray monster that has millions of hands, staring at me with his hollow eyes, and roars with its sound that crumbles the deaf rocks.

I am still standing steady at the front of my ship, such a lofty mountain. I am staring to its eyes in challenge. It knows me very well.

How many times that I splitted his thick skin by my sailing ship. And as usual, it is shrinking, decaying and moving out of my way.

Do you know who am I? I am Captain...

- Stop! That is enough. I am tired of your trivial dreams.

- Let me complete my dream, please.

- No!

- I am not alone this time. My friends are here with me.

- I said, No!

- At least let me say my name. It is important.

- No! No! No!

- Oh! Oh! Oh!

I am so sorry my friends, I cannot continue.

That was my real life voice. It always wakes me up from my dreams in this awful way. I must go now.

Forgive me.