My captain has left me here with all this crud, and only cares about his things!

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My heart has sunk to the
bottom of the ocean as we sink deeper and deeper, one screw at a time.

“Hey, Captain, come
look. I can’t believe you left me here with all this junk. And if we have to
pay to have the things that belong to you picked up, it’ll be a lot.”

“I don’t have to pay for
my things, you silly ass. You don’t know how to tie a knot.”

“But it’s the right
one,” says my captain.

“It’s not the RIGHT
one!” I say. “It’s the WRONG one.”

“Well, you don’t
really have a right to complain about it, do you? You shouldn’t have to
complain about your things!”

“Well, we’re going to
have to pay for these things, so we’re complaining about this.”

“Why would WE pay for
your things?” asks my captain.

“Your things,” I say,
“are not my things. You never cared about them. Your own things aren’t your
things. You only own the things that were given to you by those who gave you
them. They are your things, and as such, belong to you. And, who are you to
pretend you own my things? They are not part of your home, and as such, do
not belong to you.”

“Oh, yeah?” That
sucker! He’s thinking he’s going to get the better of me. He’s going to
make me pay for all of his things.

“Yes, they do,” I
say, angrily. He’s not my captain yet. He’ll never be my captain. I can
always dump him in the ocean with the rest of my castoffs. I’m mad at him,
not with him.

I’m so mad at him, I
can’t think of anything else to say. Because he left me here with all this
crud, and only cares about his things! His stupid, broken, worthless things!

“Hey, Captain, come
look. I can’t believe you left me here with all this junk. And if we have to
pay to have the things that belong to you picked up, it’ll be a lot.”

“I don’t have to pay
for my things, you silly ass. You don’t know how to tie a knot.”

“But it’s the right
one,” says my captain.

“It’s not the RIGHT
one!” I say. “It’s the WRONG one.”

“Well, you don’t
really have a right to complain about it, do you? You shouldn’t have to
complain about your things!”

“Well, we’re going to
have to pay for these things, so we’re complaining about this.”

“Why would WE pay for
your things?” asks my captain.

“Your things,” I say,
“are not my things. You never cared about them. Your own things aren’t your
things. You only own the things that were given to you by those who gave you
them. They are your things, and as such, belong to you. And, who are you to
pretend you own my things? They are not part of your home, and as such, do
not belong to you.”

“Oh, yeah?” That
sucker! He’s thinking he’s going to get the better of me. He’s going to
make me pay for all of his things.

“Yes, they do,” I
say, angrily. He’s not my captain yet. He’ll never be my captain. I can
always dump him in the ocean with the rest of my castoffs. I’m mad at him,
not with him.

I’m so mad at him, I
can’t think of anything else to say. Because he left me here with all this
crud, and only cares about his things! His stupid, broken, worthless things!

My ship is sinking. She
can hardly take a breath anymore. The pain is getting worse, each wave that
pushes us down. I can barely make out the words on the wall.

“Hey, Captain, come
look. I can’t believe you left me here with all this junk. And if we have to
pay to have the things that belong to you picked up, it’ll be a lot.”

“I don’t have to pay
for my things, you silly ass. You don’t know how to tie a knot.”

“But it’s the right
one,” he says.

“It’s not the RIGHT
one.”

“Well, you don’t
really have a right to complain about it, do you? You shouldn’t have to
complain about your things!”

“Well, we’re going to
have to pay for these things, so we’re complaining about this.”

I’m so mad at him, I
can’t think of anything else to say. Because he left me here with all this
crud, and only cares about his things! His stupid, broken, worthless things!

“Hey, Captain, come
look. I can’t believe you left me here with all this junk. And if we have to
pay to have the things that belong to you picked up, it’ll be a lot.”

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