C421 The Licking Dog Red Hound
Today in Marin Ford, the weather was fair with a gentle breeze.
The vast blue sea lay still, without a single ripple.
Mark's heart, too, was a silent void.
Ha! To hell with the navy, I'm done with it.
If it comes to it, we'll just die together.
In eighteen years, I, Mark, will be a hero once more!
But wait...
Why does this juice taste so salty?
Oh..