"... i was adventuring on the lonely high seas when storks, cranes and assorted creatures doth glide lazily by over what the strange people who bestow the odd name of "The Pacific Ocean" ; it was far from pacific as i delved beneath in all its tumult Down Under as i espied something which men call aphrodisiac, an oyster that caught my eye in the deepest reaches of the ocean with sea cucumbers growing perilously by; without hesitation i pried the poor creature open with the dagger previously clenched in my teeth and retrieved, discovered, even, the unique gem i did not expect to find, patiently nurtured from a grain of sand into a teardrop-shaped, hardened yet glowing with a soft lustre, warmly beckoning with an extraordinary tinge of colour; and i must confess, my heart was utterly, brilliantly stolen. "
so much for me complicating things and you simplifying them. oh my pedantic one, all that wordplay; the metonymy, the imagery.. and the litotes of it all is that i've been not a little caught.
