Please take notice and refer to me as Ishmael (hereinafter “Ishmael,” “I” or “me”). On or about approximately some years ago, having approximately little to no ($0) monies on my person, moreover, having nothing of interest to me on that certain real property which was then my place of abode, I determined to leave said real property for the adjacent waters (hereinafter “the Ocean” or “Sea”) which I decided to explore via a large floating vessel (hereinafter the “Ship”). This idea arose as a proximate cause of the anger that had been arising from my time on said real property. Indeed, whenever I start feeling the corners of my mouth start to project themselves downward. Furthermore, whenever there is rain and the sky is gray proximately causing my mood to feel the same. Moreover, whenever I find that I have stopped involuntarily in front of various structures wherein caskets are manufactured and stored. Indeed, whenever I end up at the end of every funeral procession that I come upon whereupon I become clinically depressed and contemplate taking my life by stepping into oncoming traffic. Or, on the other hand, becoming so angry that I determine to commit assault and battery by removing the hats off other person(s) heads. I think about going to the Seas as soon as practicable. Said Ship is my alternative to a pistol and a ball. Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis (hereinafter “Cato”) has a tendency to “fall upon his sword” with various philosophical statements. Whereas I quietly take to the Ship, which is not surprising. Most men at various times do the same thing. That is, they have the same feelings as I do towards the Oceans.