Two Beaches, Alike in Dignity

We start our dramatic situation where I sit, here at the center of the known world (or the one that matters), between the waves crashing from the sea onto this sundry collection of crabs and shells and sands and two-legged sirens pressing their heat against my last sense (I presume to take me under to the locker in the watery deep)....yes, this face of the sandy beach, and the other—likewise seductive...the bar I couldn't tell you from which runny storm of spirits I was spit up upon this shore, but what I am sure of is this—this pirate needs another drink! It is time to consort with the good Captain Morgan and company! Avast!