/lit/ - Literature

>>22274601
I'm not a native speaker, so don't scold me too much. It's better to point out my mistakes.
1/3. "I was taking a shower the other day, and I had a thought."Mick said. "Look. There was a sailor who lived in his little shack on the shore of a tidal river. One day, he found a mysterious steel rectangular among the shells.
"That fateful day when I found that thingy was a landmark day in my life!" he would later say. But he didn't think much of it that day. Basically, I can't say he was a smart or literate person. He largely smoked a pipe, drank, fished. Sometimes he went crabbing. He liked his dissipated life spent in bars.
Sometimes the sailor, lest he starve to death, would take his lorry, laden with fish to the local market and sell it for ten dollars apiece. He spent almost all the money he earned on booze. When he got drunk, the thing he liked to talk about most was his ship.
"It was a great vessel! After all, its gross displacement was 43 tons! Or even 430 tons! It doesn't matter, anyway. When my vessel was afloat, I caught a lot of fish! Even when the strong winds blew my ship ashore! On those days when I embarked on my ship, I forgot about everything! I loved to hoist the American ensign on my ship at dawn! It waved so beautifully in the wind! After that, I could stand for hours looking out the porthole. I could wander around the stern and look out to sea."
When the sailor recalled the shipwreck, he became very sad and almost cried,