Sub Hunter Cap
Sub Hunter Cap
Sub Hunter Cap
Sub Hunter Cap
Sub Hunter Cap

Sub Hunter Cap


The Sub Hunter Cap.

FINCA VIGIA SAN FRANCISCO de PAULA CUBA
April 1943.


Dear Papa,

I liked it. I loved it. The cap you designed for me is true and real and goddamn you took liberties with the past and future to produce such a fine and real cap. There is so much lousy talent out there making all sorts of rubbish with my name on it, but your Sub Hunter cap is a calculated masterpiece. Jesus it’s so marvellous that I’ve written it into my new novel.
Here is an excerpt:
He swept the horizon with the big game glasses that he kept up on the flying bridge and saw no sign of the sub. Maybe they made it out through the channel and into the inside passage, he thought. It would be nice if someone else caught them. We can’t catch them now, not without a fight. They will not surrender to this dingy. The Gulf Stream sun beat down on him. He adjusted his cap and felt the cool shade on his brow. It was a good cap he thought, of a fine construction and quality. It was salt stained and bleached and its waxed visor thirsty and cracked. One thing was sure, that Papa Nui could really make a cap.
Anyway I’m damn fond of you and I’d like to have a chance to talk sometime soon but for now I have to get back to the Pilar and my patrols,

Always your friend,
Ernest