Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Sailing One Liners
Herb McCormick
Ref:http://www.cruisingworld.com/how-not-to-cross-atlantic-part-1
…anytime you head offshore, you experience firsthand nothing less than beauty, wonder, mystery and even truth
Being at sea with a clear mind is one of the greatest joys of life. But when things aren’t so hot, and you have endless time to ruminate, the sea can be your mind’s prison, a horrible place to inhabit.
…we were more or less aimed directly at Sable Island, pleasantly nicknamed “the graveyard of the Atlantic” for the 300-plus ships that had come to grief on its shores.
When your offshore updates are coming from The Weather Channel, you’re definitely in trouble.
you can have a destination or you can have a schedule; you just can’t have both (comment by Ugasailor)
I need the sea because it teaches me (Pablo Neruda)
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Captain Marko Ramius
And the sea will grant each man new hope, as sleep brings dreams of home
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Anon
By the sea all worries wash away
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Ceolaire 