Gravity Travesty

 A captain of shipment to be delivered from his vessel headed to port. He asked a ship-hand to give him a hand with steering in the right direction, as he often made mistakes with his navigating skills, resulting sometimes as a deterrent to getting to port. He was in high spirits, as he'd just had a hearty drink of port, more than a quart which wasn't expected. The ship-hands name was misconceived at times, as it was difficult to remember, so he took it on the chin and learned to 'put up, and shut up', as he was only a low-life, so he took this strife in his life and looked forward to some sense from his wife, who would be expecting him on the morrow, devoid of sorrow if he made it from A to B, then B to A, alive and fighting fit.

The captain steered the deck-hand to the navigational chart, and enquired of him if was heading for sorrow on the morrow? The ship-hand had a look at the graph, then had a laugh, as it was surpassed in time and date, as it was dated, a date of fate left too late to debate, as their was only one path on the graph, from port to the island of England. He registered it in his mind, and thought things through, and reasoned the deep blue sea on the graph was a travesty in accountability, as he could barely see it's lineage in dots.  He looked up to the heavens, and past his gaze on a full moon, were the charts he was accustomed too. He reminisced this bliss of stars shining brightly over a clear blue sky, and pondered in wonderment at its merry-ment, as he too had had a few shots of liquor, which now swayed his thoughts like the ship rocking from side to side. He took a long hardy look into the heavens, and reasoned with this tell that the swell of the tide will subside by the time they got to port, so they'd have to abort docking, unless you were swimmingly in the good books of the captain, joining him in the only small life boat that was abored.

After looking at the stars one more time to make up his mind in which way to travel, he reasoned that the moon was a dead planet, and probably had no gravitational pull on the planet? As he remembered the tide rising in the heat of the sun in summer, so the moon was not in sight in the respects of night, so he quickly answered the captain, and relayed what had played on his mind in-kind, that if someone were to walk on the moon, they probably need anchor's on their feet. He told the captain his philosophising wisdom, then deemed everyone a fool, for thinking the moon a tool, just like the heresy of thinking the earth flat? But he took it light-heartedly, and thought its the stupid technocrats who are like bats - blinded with common sense. And he reasoned that so many people take for granted idiotic philosophies, such as prophesies, that we are all blinded with thinking it through, as we accept it set-in-stone.

The captain praised his highly high intellect, and mad e him an able seaman. He looked at the compass, and said to the captain to head for the North West, which was the best journey to take as in it's wake wasn't to take, as the waters would be calm, and not leaving it late, they could not forsake the ache of this take.

 You know it is a proven fact that the moon travels further from the earth every year, one centimetre. As that measurement coinciding with our crust getting thicker in time. So you could measure the depleting gravitational pull subsiding. Just a thought. We get tides in the day time, so how can it be the moon that drives it? I think it is the earth spinning around that determines the tides.

Thank you for your time. Love love, Andrew.