When food was served, before cleaning pots and pans the old man when young, went out on deck to see the sunset. A dreamy that is if a tempest wasn't blowing, gale in the mighty Pacific reduced the bravest to shivering gnat. The old man was a cook not the loftiest type of work, whoever wrote a book titled:” The adventure of a ship's cook.” The old man, when he was young, got up early to see the sunrise before frying eggs and bacon, not forget baking bread; and receive the insults by frustrated, womenless ******. But he was there in all the oceans, their tranquilities and fury, what was left was serene evenings alone in his cabin read great novels about audacious voyagers.