Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please.
I am just a bit player, a seaman doing his part like all the seamen out there.
Seafaring can be lucrative - the elite, such as gas-tanker captains, can earn $100,000 for six months' work - but the isolation is a heavy price to pay.
There are good sailors. Well, some good sailors. In a way they are ideal as husbands. They drop in every six months for a wild celebration, then they drop out again before one gets bored with their company or annoyed with by their habits.
My father was a sea captain, so was his father, and his father before him, and all my uncles. My mother's people all followed the sea. I suppose that if I had been born a few years earlier, I would have had my own ship.
I love to cook. I'm a sailor. And I was the eighth-grade ping-pong champion.
When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land.
The sea is my business.
