I sat. Correct that. I was in a sitting position but I got no

comfort or a sense of eased rest when I did it. Why? Well I have no

idea since I was on a comfortable pleasure trip on a most beautiful

and spacious yacht. Where you get served wonderful four course

meals five times a day, cooked by an expert chef who was trained in

Italy and France to cook the most tasty of delicacies. Myself wearing

only the finest of silk clothing imported from the orient and with a

room so big it would be considered a castle within itself. But even

though I had the room to myself, when I chose to leave it, people,

both gentlemen and ladies alike, of only the highest of the high class

would instantly surround me. And the beautiful rhythmic rocking of

the boat sent me gently drifting to sleep each night after a day of

sunshine and salty sea spray.

Ok, maybe not exactly. 'Wonderful four course meals five

times a day'? Try a bit of stale hard biscuit and a cup of room

temperature water once a day if you're lucky.

A chef train in Italy and France? What about a bucket full of water, and a small rotten barrel of biscuits?

Wearing 'only the finest silk clothing imported form the Orient'? I don't think that the clothing I'm wearing even passes for clothing. And it most certainly hasn't ever been farther then my skin, much less the continent of England. Well except for possibly now, and I have the suspicion that England's no more a continent that I am.

A room so big it's considered a castle?

Well, it's a pretty good size... but not much of a castle from anyone's view.. Well maybe a mouse, But it'd be a whole lot bigger if it wasn't stuffed to the breaking point with people.

Gentlemen? Ladies? High class? How about not. The highest this class gets, is when they spit and make an effort not to hit you in the eye, not that they succeed 'cause it hits anyway. Besides that, it's harder to tell which is dirtier, their skin and clothes, or their mouths.

Rhythmic rocking.. Well that's a nice one isn't it? More like the leaping this boat does from wave crest to wave crest... which most CERTAINLY doesn't let you sleep and... well... seasickness is BAD.

Sunshine and Sea spray?

Haven't seen hide or tail of either since I was put on this cursed boat, may it sink to the bottom of the ocean and burn in Hades. After I'm

off preferably...

Comfortable?

Now I feel like laughing, something I haven't in a long time. Why? Oh yes...

Why don't I feel relaxed and rested in this sitting position?

Well, would you if you were chained by wrists and ankles to the bottom of a boat? Especially surrounded by hundreds of men women and children all sharing your fate? With a miserable torn, patched, muddy, thin and ragged dress to keep you warm in a VERY cold boat? With all this body heat you'd think we' be sweating!

Well since the rats are so big, when they start coming out and crawling on us again I might be a little warmer...

Oh. here are the rats. Right on schedule.

.I'm so hungry...
...I wonder how they taste.

Now in case your wondering.. ^.^ yes. This was re-done from when it was originally posted 05-28-02. I've given it spaces that were badly needed. ^.^ I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. I'm actually working on it... ^.^ I just thought I'd like to clean up this chapter a bit first. SO! Here you have it.

By the way.. no ~.~ I don't own Sailor Moon.