The chores are done, the time for departure is at hand, and now there is yet one more hurdle that stands between me and my destination.
Even though I am powerless to provide any influence one way or the other, I pace the floor and watch the weather with deep consternation.
You see in order to get to the islands, we must cross a mighty stream running swiftly in a northly direction;
That river can be kind and gentle, but be warned sailor, for now is the time for reflection.
You see, that river is akin to a sleeping giant and she can be a tempest when awakened by an opposing wind from the north.
So my destiny lies in the palms of mother nature, who has taunted me for weeks by shifting her winds back and forth.
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