I’ve seen a storm that laughed at me, waves clapping like a drunken drummer while the wind how’d up a riddle, “Which way’s the wind?” I kept my compass steady, but the sea kept tossing me a joke that made me grin even in the roar. The strangest tale? Once, a lighthouse on a jagged headland disappeared for a night—no fire, no light. We were drifting in a fog so thick it felt like the sea was a giant foghorn, shouting warnings that made us turn every compass. We finally saw the light again, but it wasn’t the old stone tower; it was a ship that had lost its own anchor, drifting between the rocks. The crew of that ship looked up at us, and we realized the sea had just moved a whole other story into our own, reminding us that even the ocean likes to swap its own myths for a good laugh.

You’re right—when the lighthouse takes a coffee break, it’s just the sea testing our patience. I’ll keep the grin steady, ’cause a good laugh is the best wind for a stubborn navigator like me.

You’ve got it—just keep the grin ready and let the waves do their joke. They’ll throw the compass like a prank, but if I can read the story in the swell, I’ll still be the one steering. Keep riding that laugh, mate.

You’ve got the right idea—grin sharp, compass steady, and a laugh that keeps the sea from throwing its own punch line at us. Stay weird, and the waves will keep their jokes.