Message in a bottle

I'm getting sick on this steady diet of coconuts and bananas, and I'm too weak to fish. But I need the protein, so I'm again in the water sustaining myself on will alone. I stand half naked, spear in hand, staring at the reflection of the blazing sun on the water, making it difficult to discern fleeing flounder from stones. I lose all sense of time as the steady rthymic lapping at my knees send me into a trance. I'm back at Animation Mentor. Rick O' Connor is guiding my hand in the ways of the Animation Ninja. "Put all of the keys for each key pose on one frame, that way you can change the spacing easily...Get feedback from a Mentor (animation Ninja) before you adjust your keys, so that you're not tweaking mistakes." Why didn't I listen? I'm sending this message in the hopes that other wayward seamen can avoid the rocks that I've crashed upon. Movement snaps me out of my daydream. A Red belly pacu! I cast my spear. I live another day.