Yee be a cork bobbing amongst the foam and great waves of the Sea or thee be a stout ship with sails stretched and taught to full bloom and billowed by the face of the gale.

See thee in grace yet thundering from trough to trough awash in salty spray from Bow to Stern.  Oh mighty ship look at you now. Now the years have come and passed and the great forecastle is weathered like and old man of the sea.

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