The Mon��gasque

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>This Part Two of the Trilogy finds me living a quiet retired life in San Diego recovering from my past and hoping it never catches up with me; no such luck.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>As I spend my days sailing up and down the coast drowning myself in bourbon to ease the anguish and pain of my history things slowly start to go bad. First the old town drunk that I sometimes drank with drowns on the beach when I know for a fact he hated water- swimming showering or otherwise.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>Then I go to the Marina to take my yacht out and find her half under water oil quietly lapping at her once pristine white stern. Of course no one knows what happened.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(36 36 36 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>As things continue to fall apart it all starts to get surreal fast going from an old German star chart to a giant airliner falling from the sky to a mysterious old submarine with more gold in it than anyone could ever imagine guarded by people from long ago and far away...</span></p>