I See London… Wait, What’s London? (CATastrophe Part 2: End)

I See London… Wait, What’s London?

            I woke up to the sound of banging and yelling on the door that was soon followed by the door being pushed open with the various objects that were pressed against the door flying away in a single burst as a large, ursine-eared man rushed in. “Are you alri-….” His question paused for some odd reason… I do not know why. I was simply laying in my bed, which I had moved away from the door before laying down and thinking of England. My legs were customarily spread open and, while I was still fully clothed, he seemed quite confused by my position.

            After everything was sorted out and it was explained to me… in rather excruciating detail… as to how one is supposed to sleep for whatever possible reason… I grabbed breakfast, as they called it, from the cafeteria before being sent on my way on what was apparently my boat. From there… I learned to fish.

            I sailed the seas... I fished, learned to fish, caught an assortment of fish, cephalopods, mollusks, and other creatures of note… and, after many years of only fishing… I learned one simple thing from the entire venture. Active patience. I knew of waiting in the dark for an untold amount of time… of silence, of simply waiting for something… anything… to happen. Here there was sound, there was the slow movement of the waves beneath the boat, the occasional sensation of hunger, of the hot sun, and of the gentle… or occasionally fierce… tug of the line. It was… relaxing.

            Now to see where I may move onto next… Hopefully it isn’t England. I still don’t know where England is located, but I don’t like the sound of it.