Hard a starboard. Lash.yourselves down boys
Were coming about to fire broadside.
All hands.
A rag tag crew.on
Hardtack and tea going about business , down to the sea.
David Jones's
Beyond the crows nest.
Ship Ahoy.
The yardarm as pendulum and there.
Ahab in his element.
Fathoms deep.
forward to world's end
Bring up the long glass. sea spray and salty breezes
Sun weathered skin, looking for world's end
around the bend in the horizon
It ends and falls away
the rest to the imagining
2.9 miles out.The deep blue
gives way to the churning horizon.
2.9 miles to world's end.
3 sheets to the wind or
To Poseidon's palace.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
Hard a starboard. Lash.yourselves down boys
Were coming about to fire broadside.
All hands.
A rag tag crew.on
Hardtack and tea going about business , down to the sea.
David Jones's
Beyond the crows nest.
Ship Ahoy.
The yardarm as pendulum and there.
Ahab in his element.
Fathoms deep.
forward to world's end
Bring up the long glass. sea spray and salty breezes
Sun weathered skin, looking for world's end
around the bend in the horizon
It ends and falls away
the rest to the imagining
2.9 miles out.The deep blue
gives way to the churning horizon.
2.9 miles to world's end.
3 sheets to the wind or
To Poseidon's palace.
My uncle was a merchant ****** from the age of 16 until he was presumed Lost at sea
2.9 or Poseidon's . Or some remote corner of the world off the horizon.
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