- Graveyard Blues
The trip over wasn't as bad as he had thought it might be, but it was still longer than he had gone in his life. He had been left alone for the most part, the sailors had their work and he had his thoughts.
The fire had left him alone with his thoughts, except for the guitar his parents had gotten him as a wedding gift. "We can't afford a piano, but here's a start."
One of the sailors asked for a song, asked to hear his thoughts.




