Sailing - Phanfic

At that moment I felt a little boat set sail somewhere inside me...
And that was it, a chapter in my life complete. The little boat, I had found, was in its way to a new island...
"This story is way too good to end here. Philip, we have the next titanic on our hands!"
It's like I can feel a little boat in my heart bobbing away from everything I've ever known...
"Come on Philip, we have a titanic to sail!"
I can feel the boat in my heart being thrown around by a passionate sea storm, forcing it to turn and go back the way it came...
Not only has my boat begun to sail back the other way but I can feel it sinking...
The boat is now happily bobbing along in my heart again...
Finally, I can feel the little boat in my heart, my titanic, sailing.

Phil uses way too many metaphors, to the point that he doesn't realise he's doing it. They all seem to be related but hardly ever out loud, which is good otherwise his future kids would never understand what he's trying to teach them. His ex-best friend loved how Phil would always use the wackiest, most original and creative figures of speech that conjured the clearest image for him. This is the story of how Phil fell into a mainstream/downstream metaphor filled with tsunamis and tidal waves but a determined little boat who will find its way to continue sailing.