I've been floating on what you can hardly call a "boat" for days. The sun was beating down on my back so hard I started to misunderstand why I was using my transportable cooker for my bacon. And why I even bothered with the cooler since everything in it was about to blow up, soda cans and all. And the concept of a radio blaring in my ears was telling of a weather report in back in England, oh northern winds I miss you so.

"so its another dreary day for us Englanders, but maybe this new single from the gorillaz can help us keep a good head heheh, here's the new single, white flag"

I've heard too much of it, I turn down the volume so I can just barely hear it. I only decided just recently to go out looking for this plastic beach, and hopefully I'll find murdoc. I don't know why I was even trying now, well after all this contemplation out at sea I've decided that he does seem like a load of scum. So now I'm starting to think I made a horrible mistake looking for him, but then again I did make a couple of promises. So not going wouldn't be too cool of me.

"that, bacon looks like its ready to eat"

"yeah I suppose, but I like mine extra crispy so I'm gona give it a minute. You can have yours now"

I fork up a couple pieces of bacon for my friend, the seagull who followed me, it wasn't until about a week ago he started talking, but I was glad he did, it kept me sane, as sane as you can get when your talking to a bird. Kinda like that sea turtle encounter at Disney world…. Yeah.

Seagull took a lick at the bacon and then started munching it down, I watched him as he sat atop the little mast, his feathers whipping around in the hot breeze. He scarfed down the last bit and I took the fork away to pickup my own pieces on the mini stove, I took a minute to sniff them, and munch them down slowly, it would be the last bit of bacon I would have in a long time, but I didn't have to tell seagull, he knew everything. So, to pass the time I asked him questions, and he'd ask me some, but usually I didn't know the answer, so to figure that out I just asked back the question, and it went like that all day, everyday.

"so, are we near the beach yet?"

"hmmm…"

"seagull"

"yes?"

"you know I hate it when you do that?"

"yes"

"well fine, but will at least tell me how Jered is doing?"

"don't know why you bother with him, he really doesn't treat you properly"

" oh cut it out you sound like one of the nuns."

"oh fine, don't listen to the all-knowing seagull, your boyfriend is doing fine. Peachy"

"what's he doing?"

" he's strumming on that guitar of his"

"and…"

"and what?"

"is there anyone there with him?"

"if your curious as to if he's cheating on you or not, all the other girls in the orphanage have relised what an arse he is and decided to leave him alone"

"oh you're the arse"

"lovely …"

Seagulls getting to me just a bit… the long days, and…

"oh my god seagull, seagull, THERE IT IS!!!"

Plastic beach, I finally made it…