Captain Breath, ricercar a 6

A captain* of some repute was known to sail her ship in muddy waters.  There is a curious fact about muddy waters, or any fluid with a suspension material.  Because mud (or dirt suspended in water) is more dense than water without any suspension, the buoyancy of the fluid is increased.  This implies that a more dense ship (or other object) may float in the fluid.  Which is a fancy way of saying that Mrs. Captain had a large load in a small displacement vessel but was still able to navigate through life because of the higher density mud routes she traveled.

You could see her exertion, though, as she drew in deep breaths with each surge forward.  The puffs of wind from the aft were rarely able to move the heavier vessel she drove.  Larger sails were required to create more drag or force in order to move forward.  Wide skirts and dangling arm sleeves would help to accrue more surface area for the feeble winds of mouths' breaths to catch and carry her ship forward.  All of these could be listed as the winds of change, the exhalation of breath, the influence of pressure, the hoist and lift of gas, or the farting flatus from the rear.

She would impel herself to a bank for the withdrawal of savings.  Such savings were scant and rarely worth the drifting impetus moving the bulk of her ship along.  She would bank her momentum on one side or the other to bank the ship in a direction of travel.  The bank edges surrounding the muddy waters would careen wildly about as she canted port or starboard, struggling the whole way against winds either prevailing or listless.  The amount of breath expelled during these maneuvers would nearly counteract the aft-winds of breath that constantly followed her, whispering and pushing.

What would merit such travails or harshness of existence for this captain of the muddy seas?  Let us list her accomplishments:  She was a wonderful masseuse.  She could hock a lugee ten paces on a warm day.  Twenty during the cold.  She once found a debit card on the street and turned it into a bank to find the owner.  She never hung up on a cold calling solicitor.  She was raised to never go out without a layer of makeup and well-tended hair.  She once hugged a goat kid.  Her bosom was ample for the majority of tasks.  When asked by anonymous respondents, she regularly would score highly on "personality", "jocularity", and "rubenesque".

In a lot of cases she would sail over to a calm latitude and slurp a drink made from berries.  The red icy sludge would accumulate on her teeth and drip from her lips in a sensuous manner.  The muddy waters in the area might sprinkle with a flotilla of small red dots.  The brand name for this drink was Berry-something, like a Berryzilla or Berrylicious, or Berrytastic.  The harsh judgement of those who spotted her rafting in the muddy backwaters while sipping on a highly sugary drink was enough to stir up the currents of rage and off she would move again.

The printer who printed the print on her printed dress was not the only one who had a sense of humour.  She would laugh capriciously at the disgusted looks she received as she floated by.  Her message was clear and her delivery was clearer.  She was the captain of her own destiny.  The breath of judgement was hers.  She would bank for no man or person.  She had much merit in the world.  She had a predilection for the mastication of berries.  Her dress was printed with the words:

Yes, I'm goin' down in Florida,
Where the sun shines damn near every day
Well, well I'm goin' down in Florida,
Where the sun shines damn near every day
Yeah, I'll take my woman out on the beach fellas 'n,
And sit down on the sand and play

Yeah, well I think I'll go down in Gainesville,
Just to see an old friend of mine
Well, I believe I'll cut down in Gainesville,
Oh, just to see an' old buddy of mine
Well, you know if we're not too busy,
I believe that I'm gonna drop over in Uberry sometime

[Spoken:]
Let's go back to Florida
Let's go back down to Florida,
Where the sun shines

Yeah, I believe I'm gonna leave tomorrow,
Well, I'm gonna be on my way
Yes, I'm gonna have a plenty of time,
Well, I don't wanna make myself late
Well, you know I believe I'll go back down in Gainesville,
And this time I'm goin' to stay
Let's rise, let's rise

Yeah, deep down in Florida,
Well, well that's the place I long to be
Well, oh deep down in Florida,
Well that's the place I long to be
Well, oh let me take my baby out in the backyard in the, backyard people,
And sit down under the old orange tree



*Ricercar a 6 (or fugue in six voices) using six random words from a web page:  captain, breath, bank, merit, berry, printer.  Discarded: high jump.