this morning #1029.

this morning, through the clear, blue waters we kept pushing onward. parting the sea. miles away from the mayhem. mostly. assuming that we haven’t been followed. being on this boat almost guarantees that it won’t be an issue. i mean, who’s going to give chase? the US coast guard? ha! doubtful. nope. we’ll make it to the island & settle in & crack open a bottle or two to celebrate our escape. back on land, they’ll be frantic. total panic. wondering where on god’s green earth we went. we’re on our secret island, bitches! good luck finding it! i mean, in the off chance that you actually DO find it, good luck to you as well. our security system is SICK. you’ll be blown away when you see it. LITERALLY.