Mayday! Mayday!

[The Navigator pt. III]

What's wrong with me?
I open my eyes, briefly at first.
Only long enough to allow my eyes to confirm
what my body has been telling me;
that i'm on land.
Then again I open them, this time long enough to know that
the sun is doing perminant damage. [blink blink..they tear up, im still only human]

I sit up and take a breath of air,
then look around.
Sand and Palm trees... great, i must be on vacation..

Well shit, my beautiful vessel has 2 gaping holes in the sides.
Size and blast pattern consistent with that of a torpedo.
(A torpedo went through my home, ha, how many people get to say that?)
Everything i know is sunk or sinking.

The down side to being a mysterious man below the waves
is there will be no search party looking for me.

I look out to sea.
The whole beautiful lagoon is littered with bits and pieces
of scrap metal and paper.
[my life is now both metaphorically and literally trash on a beautiful canvas.]
I look where the waves meet up with the beach...
How convenient, a message in a bottle.
[life immitating hollywood, or hollywood imitating life?]

"We warned you! You were to ignore the sirens and leave. Really, we're very sorry it had to end happen like this, but it was the only way..."
The only way?

I recognized the handwritting.
What i wondered most had nothing to do with the words or origins of the letter,
but if the salt water stains on it
were made of tears or ocean?
(or isn't it possible theyre the same thing)

I can't stay here for long, i'm very pale
and the sun is already burning my skin.
I take a last look at my submarine and then
walk the other way down the shore.
Not more than 20 steps later I find a giant squid
washed up on the beach, and i think
"maybe there is a search party looking for me after all..."

A proper burial only seems right,
but with no shovel,
this could take all day.
I better get started...