There are some poor souls who spend their days slogging through the rocks, mud and rubble, hauling their loads atop their backs, driving a plow, or typing away in a cubicle like some diseased fowl.
But you have found freedom. You are a man of the sea.
With the salt spray bleaching your whiskers, the setting sun lighting your pipe, and Polaris, the north star, keeping your course, you struggle to feel at peace unless the boards beneath your feet are rocking to the gentle motion of the waves.
If the ocean is your home, you’re already a marked man. You may as well take on a Davy Jones tattoo when next you’re in port.
Davy Jones is none other than the drowned soul that walks below the waves, and saves a spot for all sinking men in his locker at the bottom of the sea. Some say that, when he still breathed air, he was known as Jonah, and he believed he could escape god himself. He fled across the land, and when he came to the sea, captained a ship and made off toward the sunset. But before long, a whale bigger than any man has known rose up and swallowed him whole.
Ever since, Davy Jones has walked among the kelp and the coral, welcoming all who seek a final resting place below the waves. Get yourself a tattoo design of old Davy Jones himself and let him know that it’s going to be a couple years, but you’re on your way.
