Bouncing and sliding through what ever Poseidon throws is in it's direction, the noble zodiak presses forward; always forward. Rising and falling above the swell, the rib cuts their own path leaving no trace but a lingering wake behind it's loins.
The zodiak leaves for the same reason that will make it return; fish. By spear or by rod and reel there is little that can save a fish from the deck of this pontoon saddled pirate; well maybe the occasional fat seaweed patty that snags its propellers, but that's it.
Join us or sleep with the fishes.
