So I’m out again at sea. The days are inexplicably long. We’re pulling 14 hour days of continual observation in the GOM (Gulf of Mexico) and let me tell you it’s hot. Really, really hot. But as it is our job to safeguard the oceans’ gifts from ever expanding oil exploration we do so earnestly and without complaint. However, there’s not always a lot going on. We’re out in a pretty busy area, lots of ships going to and fro, rigs are littering the horizon in all directions, helicopters are always flying overhead so lots of animals steer clear of the area because they aren’t foolish. Another reason there aren’t a lot of whales around is the depth we are at is not one conducive to their normal behavioral habits. I think the main reason we aren’t seeing a lot though is because the whales will probably burst into flames if they dare breach the surface of the water. They aren’t dumb. They know how hot it is. They’re staying in the cool deep water. Anywho, the point is, we’re staring at nothing but water for some good stretches during the day. It can drive you the way of the Hatter (as in as mad as a…) if you don’t find something to occupy you’re thoughts. Some people converse with the crew, some listen to music, lately I’ve found myself doodling on my notes. I’m not going anywhere with it, I just doodle here and there to see if my mind can actually grasp the concepts of perspective and create a semi-realistic picture with depth on a 2 dimensional surface and in short…I can’t. I draw the same sophomoric way I did in elementary school. But hell it’s good for a laugh (or at least at the time I drew them after 13 hours of direct sun exposure I thought they were). So without further adieu, I present, my first series of comics I call, Terry Chesterton is the Beastmaster.

My First Attempt:

My Second:

And the Third: