we sent out the s.o.s. call, it was a quarter past four in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line. four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded, in the shallows off the tip of montauk point. they call them rogues; they travel fast and alone; one-hundred-foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong. what they call love is
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