Grimacing I spoke as I tuned up:“This next song is for anyone who has ever worked in a job and found one day that their livelihood had been taken aw...y from them. I wrote it for my father who sadly passed away last year and who worked for thirty-three years in a Sheffield Steel Mill before being made redundant. This song is called ‘The Mill’, my name is Alan Rogers and I hope you’ve enjoyed the show as much as I have playing it.”Clearing my throat I began to sing…….Ten minutes later I was. Like a good conductor she is ready to perform her beautiful melody on my body sending me into bliss. She starts by causing pain scratching away at my chest hard enough to know she’ll receive revenge later something she’s counting on.With her now fully in control she finally gives in and soothes me with a kiss on her sweet lips as she tilts my head to the side while grinding her hot hole against my throbbing member begging for attention. I try to control my hips and not grind upwards but. I had a vague idea of encountering a vessel of some description, even a Spanish ship would be better than perishing.On the fourth night of my solitude, a hoard of vast shark fins, some twenty feet tall, terrorized me, rising and plunging on all sides, gently bumping and knocking my frail wooden shell. I felt and heard the vasty breath, smelling of fish, and realized that these were no shark fish, but some sort of whales, air breathing creatures of the sea. I suspected they were the dreaded. We had a fun time. They were past the stack them up and knock things down stage so we could work at letters and little words. I was surprised how interested they were; I had missed so much in the last six months.After supper we put the boys to bed. I started with the reports Robert had left in my box. Robert had left a week’s worth of posts in my box; I wondered why as I had seen all of them except the last two days. I started with the oldest, looking for answers.Tiam was posting dozens of.