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There is something about a voyage you are barely aware of while you are making it.
I travelled among unknown men
in lands beyond the sea ...
We must be bold . . . as we set sail we ask God's blessing on the most hazardous and dangerous and greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked.
To be whole is to be part; true voyage is return.
Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.
On board ship there are many sources of joy of which the land knows nothing. You may flirt and dance at sixty; and if you are awkward in the turn of a valse, you may put it down to the motion of the ship. You need wear no gloves, and may drink your soda-and-brandy without being ashamed of it.
The ship was named the Bounty: I was appointed to command her on the 16th of August 1787.
set sail on a voyage of your own titanic facts
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
We left New York drunk and early on the morning of February second. After fifteen days on the water and six on the boat we finally arrived on the shores of Africa.
Finally, the cold was a major factor - as stated previously, initially no one wanted to leave the warmth of the interior of the ship to sit in a boat, out on the dark ocean, in the freezing cold. Without a sense of urgency, who could blame them? Ironically,
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.
I sat enchanted, far from my gods, adrift in the boat of spices, in the sigh of the South, in the net of the wheeling stars, in the country of dolphins.
He at once resolved to accompany me to that island, ship aboard the same vessel, get into the same watch, the same boat, the same mess with me, in short to share my every hap; with both my hands in his, boldly dip into the Potluck of both worlds.
After the departure of the land parties, I embarked with six men on thursday, the 21st april, on board my newly made boat and began the descent of the river.
Many a voyager has been lost here, poleboats and pirates and great river galleys too. They wander forlorn through the mists, searching for a sun they cannot find until madness or hunger claim their lives. There are restless spirits in the air here and tormented souls below the water.
There is no ship now that can bear me hence
When arranging a tour around the United States I had decided to cross on the Titanic. It was rather a novelty to be on the largest ship yet launched. It was no exaggeration to say that it was quite easy to lose one's way on such a ship.
Every voyage is a new glorious experience.
Which direction?" Robard asked.
"Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.
Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!
And though I have sailed my boat hard aground,
O, it was so grand to be sailing!
... you don't reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings ... serendipitously.
The Last Voyage of Somebody the Sailor
The answer scrawled on a blank page in a daily newspaper, was conceived whilst aboard a ferry.
A young sailor boy came to see me today. It pleases me to have these lads seek me on their return from their first voyage, and tell me how much they have learned about navigation.
To young men contemplating a voyage I would say go.
Mystery lies over the sea. Every ship is bound for Thule.
The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
Nothing adventured, nothing attained.
My aspiration to spend time at sea as requisite literary training died long ago, as a teenager, on a white-knuckled ferry ride to Elba during a torrential rainstorm [Kushner, Rachel, Diary, London Review of Books, January 14, 2015].
Life's a voyage that's homeward bound.
The wind is rising and we must make sail. Anchors aweigh! We must be off!
I was so keen to get back to sea. I was rattled.
During those days of whirling about the globe, I had an epiphany: travel was the only area of my life where I had no expectations. I anticipated nothing while fully engaging each moment. What bred adventure, surprise and deep experience was not knowing, surrendering to now and letting go of control.
Although your voyage may be a little harder than you expect,
I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead.
O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
For Peg and Meg and Paris' love
That had so straight a back,
Are gone away, and some that stay
Have changed their silk for sack.
I felt adrift, anchorless in a running sea. This is now my home.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.
She had turned to her anger, harboring herself there. A ship anchored in tumultuous water.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
No one rides for free, and in the end, even the most seaworthy ship goes down, blub-blub-blub. The only way to balance that off, in Hodges's opinion, is to make the most of every day afloat.
Thus, though I learnt my fate from evil omens even before now, I have left my fatherland to embark on the ship, that so after my embarking fair fame may be left me in my house.
I kept one eye on the horizon, one eye on the other end of the lifeboat.
Every flyer who ventures across oceans to distant lands is a potential explorer; in his or her breast burns the same fire that urged adventurers of old to set forth in their sailing-ships for foreign lands.
CHAPTER XXI THE EXPEDITION
If you have decided to sail to the sea with great courage and determination, even the storm on the horizon will step aside!
Is it raining out?' the reception girl asked brightly as I filled in the registration card between sneezes and pauses to wipe water from my face with the back of my arm. 'No, my ship sank and I had to swim the last seven miles.
arrowed south through thick forest, then into the water before adrenaline stopped beating the fuck out of his heart. Slogging across the narrow inlet in full gear kept the fury building. The
Everyone in Denmark has at least two or three sailors in their family; sea travel is part of the DNA of our nation, and because of that, I'd always wanted to tell a story aboard a ship.
Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
Hardship is the best ship to board
Set your sails now but the ocean is very rough and treacherous ... if you keep going you will get there.
Great waves, and blaze with fire like them.
In beauty, but do not condemn,
The seamen who embark and fail,
But only those who will not sail.
The strange thing about ships is despite them being crowded and stinky and at the mercy of Nature, most times they are like wooden islands of freedom, free from petty concerns and the laws of the land.
On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.
The longest voyage of discovery, the boldest adventure in the records of our race, had begun.
A boat would seem to be an object whose one purpose is to travel, but its real purpose is not to travel but to reach harbour. We found ourselves on the high seas, with no idea of which port we should be aiming for.
When you set sail for Ithaca,
wish for the road to be long,
full of adventures, full of knowledge.
We had taken him for a Norwegian ship's captain and had come to his table to hear some more about seafaring, not about philosophy, from which, indeed, we had fled north from Central Europe.
Since I was 10 years old, I knew I wanted to sail around the world.
This is a book for anyone undertaking an adventure and leaving behind a life that has been familiar, comfortable, and predictable.
Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark
We shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
away from the ocean, heading toward the
A mission to Rangoon we had been accustomed to regard with feelings of horror. But it was now brought to a point. We must either venture there or be sent to Europe.
I'm one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.
Were this world an endless pain, and by sailing eastward we could forever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage.
I watched from the raft as the beautiful deep began to swallow the massive boat of steel.
In one large gulp." Emilia p341
Come aboard if your destination is oblivion- it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat if you want. But it's a sad view.
I might have been born in a hovel but I am determined to travel with the wind and the stars.
Sailing to an island unknown
Failing to find your way home
you walk under a sea
leagues beneath us
I sat on cushioned otter-skin:
My word was law from Ith to Emain,
And shook at Invar Amargin
The hearts of the world-troubling seamen,
And drove tumult and war away ...
Every soul aboard stood at the bulwarks or on the seats of the steamer and stared at that distant shape, higher than the trees or church towers inland, and advancing with a leisurely parody of a human stride.
New orders: Make sure everybody who doesn't want to live here is aboard in five minutes. We are leaving.
-Captain Kevyn Andreyasn
Many journeys, often ones you didn't plan to make, take you to an unexpected destination that turns out to be exactly where you want to be.
With little going for me other than unstoppable eagerness, a sense of total commitment, and a stubborn refusal to give up on what felt like a divinely ordained scheme, I cast myself upon the waters of the world's oceans.
When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.
White Star liner. The Clarks were booked for passage from New York to Ireland to Cherbourg. This crossing would be a treat, the second voyage of the largest ship afloat: the RMS Titanic.
And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.
The days of languorous shore leave are long gone. Overnight stays are unheard of and sailor towns a distant memory. In better ports, seafarers head for a seamen's mission.
We hated the cruise. Our cabin was deep in the bowels of the ship, the nautical equivalent of nosebleed seats.
They paddled easily, in unison, the paddles turning in their hands so that they did not leave the water on the forward stroke. The small waves slapped softly against the bows. Otherwise they made no noise. It was dark. Nobody saw them go. They just left the land and went off across the sea.
At sea, sometimes, if you take a ship too far from land and the wind rises and the tide sucks with a venomous force and the waves splinter white above the shield-pegs, you have no choice but to go where the gods will.
Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.
After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port. Immediately on landing I got together my few effects; and, squeezing myself through the crowd, went into the nearest and humblest inn which first met my gaze.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Boarding a ship was one of the riskiest maneuvers in naval combat. It was basically a race between the boarders rushing to the engine room and the collective will of those who had their fingers on the self-destruct button.
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea!
Sailed this day nineteen leagues, and determined to count less than the true number, that the crew might not be dismayed if the voyage should prove long.
Intrepid then, o'er seas and lands he flew:
Europe he saw, and Europe saw him too.
ferry landing, found
There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land (and work) again after a cheerful, careless voyage.
Odyssey Dawn? That's not a military operation. That's a Carnival Cruise ship.
I wanted freedom, open air and adventure. I found it on the sea.
If our thoughts are stretching across the sea to the landing at home, and the welcome there, we shall not fight with our fellow-passengers about our cabins or places at the table.
Being in a ship is like being in jail, with the chance of being drowned.
Their ships were steeds, and they rode the waves like jennets.