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The Hunt By James Q. Morrison I "Remember sonny, there is always a bigger fish", the sailor had said to me before the crew of the 'Silver Spear II' set sail for the first time. The sea is a dangerous place to be; more so when you're sailing in a rusty and crusty bathtub like the 'SSII'. It is some sort of an initiation ritual for newbie sail-hunters, to try and catch the biggest game possible in their first trip. It is also some sort of funerary ritual most times. It is not uncommon (quite common actually) to never see the young aspiring sail-hunters again. Not that I'm afraid, though. We are a very competent crew, with a competent captai

Coffee Is there anything more heavenly, more breathtakingly good, than a cup of boiling-hot coffee? Is there anything that can compare to that bitter flavor, to that thick perfume, to that heart-warming sensation? What is it that makes this drink such an addictive thing? I can hear someone crying "Caffeine!", and I can't help but chuckle and shake my head lightly. Of course, caffeine is addictive, but the real thing that makes you incapable of saying "no, thank you" to that kind old lady that comes to you with a cup of the smoking infusion, is the memories. Coffee brings memories back. I don't know whether this is the caffeine's fault, but