“ I'm really a peaceful sort of coward. ”
You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest
~ L.a. Meyer
And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?The Foresail?Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called......The Next Sail, Sir?Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.
I know, Ezra, that I tend to be a bit impulsive at times, but it all seems so reasonable at the time I do these things, and so unreasonable when everyone looks back at what happened and what I did
We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant bow cuts cleanly into the increasing chop of the waves. I take a deep breath and my chest expands and my heart starts thumping so strongly I fear the others might see it beat through the cloth of my jacket. I face the wind and my lips peel back from my teeth in a grin of pure joy.
