O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please.
I am never, never, sick at sea. What never? No never! What never? Hardly ever.
I am the Captain of the Pinafore ; And a right good captain too! . . . . And I'm never, never sick at sea! What, never? No, never! What never? Hardly ever! He's hardly ever sick at sea! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!
I can safely say, that the happiest part of my life has been spent on board a ship.
They who plough the sea do not carry the winds in their hands.
A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.
I think if I could be a man in any time period, I would be a pirate. You know, go climbing in the rigging, sword fighting. I'd like to do that.
You can't go wrong with pirates. I mean, they're pirates. It's what everyone wants to be when they're a kid. Ninja, assassin, or a pirate - and now you can kind of be all three.
The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die — with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch.
A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.
The sailor is frankness, the landsman is finesse. Life is not a game with the sailor, demanding the long head
Pirates have always fascinated me.
Coach Hedge yelled,“Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!” “Holy Hephaestus,” Leo muttered. “He really needs to work on his shipspeak.
We must always remember with gratitude and admiration the first sailors who steered their vessels through storms and mists, and increased our knowledge of the lands of ice in the South.
I am part of this generation with 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and 'Peter Pan.' I think we all grew up in this culture of pirates.
I have a pirate fetish - I just always thought eye patches were sexy.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand blubber-hunters sweep over thee in vain.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.
The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.
I have been interested in pirates since I was about 8 years old. The idea of people deciding, sometimes at a moment's notice, to throw over the rules and restrictions of society - it was just irresistible.
Those who spread their sails in the right way to the winds of the earth will always find themselves born by a current towards the open seas.
The sea-road is good for wanderers and landless men. There is quenching of thirst on the grey paths of the winds, and the flying clouds to still the sting of lost dreams.
