I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.-John Masefield
Why is there group chats on here now? Why does tumblr think I’m gonna start talking to people now?
French mother of pearl ship double inkwell.
re: hornblower & rice – his first prize ship had a cargo of rice in the hold. while taking it it was hulled below the waterline but they didn't notice for quite some time bc the rice absorbed all the incoming water. as it did, it swelled up, forcing the ship's timbers apart & speeding up the sinking process
Ah ok now I remember! Thanks 🙂