"A sailor's soul has an epic thirst, Only nourished by the sea, For only upon it's waves and swells, Is a sailor's soul set free. He prays for winds to fill his sails, And clear skies to chart his way, A pull of rum and cheap cigar, To finish out his day. The stories spewed, both lies and truths, Will fade upon the seas, For until his ship, next leaves it's slip, Will his soul again be freed." by rizumik