I was a simple sailing man Who served a Merchant Prince.And from Baghdad's most lively port My tales do now commence.Our ship was bound for Far Ca...hay With spice and jewels and gold.Our cargo was most wealthy. Our spirits were most bold.Yet Allah frowns on sins of pride And avarice and greed --Our vanities soon cast us in A dreadful, dire need.For when a fierce storm swept us out Of sight from our homelands.Our riches sank beneath the waves. Our ship lost all her hands.I alone. " Without a cause? They were in trouble! I had to help." Joshua states, but he finds himself about to wake again.The dream has ended and Joshua finds himself staring at the back of his eyelids again. Joshua opens his eyes to find himself looking up a tiled ceiling, his eyes no longer behind the shattered eyepiece of his Buster Red helmet. His head is pounding and as he attempts to sit up, he feels a bit of dizziness take him. Phil, who is sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, looks. Billy was a good old friend. ‘Freddy Blue!’ he called from the stage, happy to see me. My last name’s not really ‘Blue’. Five years ago I thought it was jazzy sounding. Five years ago I was from Pennsylvania, okay? Gimme’ a break. ‘Freddy Blue!’ he says, ‘Yo! What up?’ I walked over to the stage and shook his hand. ‘Billy my man!’ I said. ‘You gigging tonight?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said, twirling his guitar, ‘doing a tight twenty. You still playing?’ ‘Still.’ I said. ‘Still writing?’ he asked,. The meal seemed endless nonetheless.The most memorable event was before we ordered. Jeff and I saw Arnault come into the room and we both started to giggle and held each other while we shook from laughter until we could gain control of ourselves. My family thrilled to the rewards of Arnault's French-accent education.My father took us all to breakfast and I was beginning to think his plan was to spend so much time with us we wouldn't have any time to spend alone.The Goldberg family arrived at.