Slay

This post is in response to the 3 line tales – week 234

three line tales 234: a man playing the fiddle on a boat

“Life on the waves was never easy.

It was often wobbly, disorienting and sometimes nauseating.

But I, my friend, was slaying it – the Brits with my hat, the women with my music and them pirates with my darned bare hands!!”

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