The old sailor shuffled down to the dock, taking ol’ Bessie out one last time. So weary of the rocking chair, or the garden, decided it was time to feel the sea air once again. He stepped in and off they went. It didn’t take long for her to sink.
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The Bag Lady 
Poor guy. Hope he had a flask with him so he could salute her more successful voyages as she sank.
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Great idea…
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The last sail! Hope he didn’t go down with regrets in his heart.
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