Murky Waters

I feel like I am walking the plank, yet the topsy-turvy ocean below does not scare me completely, only it's deepest darkest crevices...and the first 50 ft. However, unlike in most scurvy pirate plank scenarios, there is no wind weathered ne're-do-well prodding me with his half sober sword. Just me, walking the plank, as if I were taking a quick dip in a late summer afternoon. I have chosen to walk the plank. Chosen to dive into my fears and short comings, and quite frankly, I don't know what I will find, beside my fears and short-comings. I don't know what I want to find. Buried treasure I suppose, to stick to the metaphor. Enough treasure to make me infamous.