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 gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is 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.
We'll follow this Captain through the Cut....
....and then take our turn.
Could be heading in for the day.
Sometimes, the photos almost look like paintings.
Maybe these two need a bigger boat! What could the man on the dock be looking at?
Ahhh! Maybe he's thinking of a bigger boat.
Definately a great day for sail!
Or a row!
Look at him move!
No thanks! I'm doing just fine!
City Hall looks like a space robot from here. Yikes!
And the clouds look like a bad dream from the Creature Double Feature!
What a great day to be on the water.