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| The Dagger |
The call it the 'The White Dagger" and it's proud, prouder than the whitest stallion in any fantasy novel. It refuses to be broken, throwing me off at the least provocation. It knows that I am not its true master...
...but I am determined to get on again, to tame this beast, so that I may ride the mostly clear but slightly tainted waters of the lagoon with pride. If it is comes to a battle of wills, I know that I'll win. After three laps of the time trial,and two capsizes, the dark paddle grows heavy and being stone last, makes it heavier still. But I will endure, after all "vat does not kill us only makes us stronker."
It is around six, now and with slightly more confident strokes, I think to myself that I've got this paddling business licked but alas, it was not to be, for at six, comes the sundowner crews, who recklessly cruise around the lagoon, looking for novice paddles to bother, stare at and attempt to capsize. In my quest to just-stay-in-the-damn-vesell, I encountered one of these...cruisers!! In an absurdly embarrassing attempt at being Mr. Macho, I grin and make an attempt to cross their wake, using big, athletic strokes, losing the little dignity chips I have stored up by nearly bailing.
Something which I do not find surprising is that several people have commented on the fact that I can fall out of a canoe like a pro. Dagger I'll defeat you!! Next time I'm bringing in armour and full riot gear!!
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