The bond between man and sea is never known to those who have never gone there; but it never goes away. Seagoing men all know it and you can hear it singing in the background no matter where you talk to them ashore, in cocktail parties, banks, backyard barbecues or lawnmower expositions. It makes them restless, as thought heir shirts were a size small, and the song in the back of their minds is always singing quietly of stars rising at the dawn watch, or the colors of a sunset three hundred miles offshore, or the taste of green water washing their bones in a Force Five full of foam and adrenalin.

Amos