So, obviously I didn’t die in Hawaii like your bullshit history books tell you. I made it out of there #obvi after making an awesome bluewater sailboat out of some strong ass Hawaiian wood. Anyway, I headed south to catch the westerlies, rounded Cape Horn again (the better way) and sailed up toward Brazil where I hung out for a few years, and finally the Caribbean where I figured out how to live forever. I ended up living between Cuba and the DR because the politics there are a MESS but there are plenty of thick hoes, rum, and dope music. I learned some Spanish too, and I can speak the King’s English any time I’d like to remind myself that I’m a proper Englishman...but normally, I just speak like a normal guy. Whatever lol...oh shit, Queen’s. Queen’s English. My bad. 🇬🇧❤️
Captain James Cook, 2018










