Chapter 7 Flying Jack Night Walker by Val K Whitewolf

Flying have you ever imagined you could fly have you ever watched a bird aerodynamically lift off fly where your imagination goes and then return to Earth and gently sit down. Have you ever wondered how that commences. Your vampire had written that flight was possible. And you didn’t have to become a bat to

Don’t depend on Goggle

GPS cause in hills, Mountains And the like your traveling blind! I know! Hard to believe but when I look at mapquest, I see the lump I am However nothing arond me. Hate feeling lost.

Socked

Sailor crained his neck Eyes seek fore mass Recalling crow nest above Creeking non visible Command heard Mass fore a stern ‘Dang watch the bucket me bucko!’ Heard, bells tolling Davy Jones Locker A skeleton hand is glimsed Flap major sails crisp heard climbing Pull me bucko’s Raise the fore sail Bells clang and sing