Flower Born

My name is Lotus.  I'm named after a flower.  The flower holds a certain mystical significance in some cultures.  Call me a mystical flower and I'll scoop your eye out with my thumb.  Everyone and everything has a name.  It's nothing special.  It just makes things easier, that's all.

I'm a sailor by trade and a first mate by rank.  Sailing is more than work, it's life.  I suppose most people don't think of their work that way but then again most people are dumber than lead weight.  It's a sickness, maybe, caring too much about what you do.  Nobody else cares.  They don't care about work and they don't care about much at all except surviving.  I'd say everyone else is sick and I'm well but that don't make much sense, now does it?

By trade, I say, because real sailors are on boats and I'm not.  I'm stuck on land with the worst of them, getting by hour by hour and day by day in rotting houses and more rotten lives.  Who am I to judge?  Lest not, right?  Judge away, friends, judge away.  My life would be better if someone applied some verdicts and certainty to it so give it your best, I say.  If I tell you a story or two it will make passing judgment that much easier.