Today felt like one of those days to see the ocean.

I didn't do it, but I really thought about it. It just felt like one of those days to do something like that. Something simple but something meaningful because when you put yourself in such a spot as the edge of a cliff, where there's so much yet so little in front of you, you really give your mind an opportunity to open up. Even your heart, too, if the vista invokes your insides so.
Pirates have been on my mind a lot lately. That's what's going to be the theme which reigns supreme amongst the lot of content and matter.
But it's not that simple.
The story that is, because both
1 - it's unfinished
and
2 - requiring still massive aesthetic conception and correction of that what will be conceived.
One day...
This whole thing over thematics of piracy and the need to look at the ocean are quite parallel predicaments. The story I've mentioned is a long story, so I'll keep it short and skip to the meaning of my urge to gaze upon the abyssal glorious oceana.
I need a sentimental character for this next alluded-to project. He's going to be a he. He's also going to be the type of guy who yearns to learn about himself while pondering his life's lessons with the sea at his feet. The waterway at the which he peers 'pon 'tis his perfect panorama. And then, while this sentimental sailor muses the aforementioned ideas, another shipmate from the shipyard will inquire into why the hell this allegedly-hard soul at sea is focused so deeply on the too-distant horizon. Then, after the conversation commences and develops, the sentimentally-souled sailor will say something like---

"Maybe the reason why I choose to stare over the depths is to confound my third eye's visage of the world, a world with an end. And that place without is out there across the water. That's forever. The end out there is seldom seen back. If we jumped ship right now for the betterment of everyone then I'm off! Scram! Long gone. That's why I look at the sea, and the sky, and the clouds, 'cause without them there would be no mettle, nobody, no nothing, bot an article in the whole raucous and lurid world worth talking about. But here we are, at the edge of forever."