Conquistador's Thirst

One day I decided to buy a boat and set sail. Upon drifting out I grew an unbearable thirst. Surrounded by an abundance of water, the situation became dire. I decided to sip from the palms of my hand. The more I sipped, the thirstier I became. The sides of the boat heavily tilting left then right. Grains of salt began to fill my mouth, Bringing forth the conscious bitterness of reality, I was doomed, in the conclusion that all of the rain that filled the desert was gone. I had grown selfish in the thick of loves inebriation. I couldn't help myself to such desire spilled forth. I as well as the boat was stuck. With nowhere to sail, until the rain collected again amongst the sober salt