Wings of Promised Chain: a poem by Naz

  He slept with bombs exploding in his head Singing quietly what his mother had said Of a sunny world that would take his hand Alas he didn’t know it was No Man’s Land   He voyaged far on tears of many souls Scratched by…

We’re Boating!

We are excited to launch the website and first series of designs for I’ll Be Your First Mate!  Welcome! Please spend some time having a look around to see what this is all ABOAT… (sorry… but it is SO HARD not to boat pun), and spread…