Today I chatted with an 87 year old man at the bar. He was wearing a sea captains hat. He told me stories of how he grew up on the coast of the great Pacific Ocean and how as a young man he set out to sail and explore. It turns out that he was a terrible sailor and on his very first expedition his little dingy got tore up in the surf and rocks and sunk. He hadn’t been hurt too badly, only skinned up a bit, but all his family and friends made fun of him, tortured him about it for years. He never went out on the sea again.
A few years later he moved inland and began building a real sea worthy vessel on the duck pound behind his condo. Whenever he would come close to finishing he decided that he needed further modifications until one day, twenty years later, he had a fully operational Battleship. It stretched across the entire pond.
News crews showed up and so did tourists. It was then he began wearing the captains hat and charging admission. He had the largest ship in the entire county. A nautical museum on dry land.
"And you know what?" he whispered to me, "Someday its gonna start raining and it aint gonna stop. Its gonna rain and rain and rain. And the lake (he calls his little duck pond a lake) the lake is gonna flood and the whole state will be underwater. And then who do you think is going to have the last laugh?” he smiled and sat back crossing his arms. "Are you going to bring two of every animal?" I joked. "Nope! Its just gonna be me. And everyone’s gonna beg me to save em, gonna offer me money and gold and their wives… all sorts of stuff. And I’m just gonna laugh and laugh as they all get swept away."