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Your boat's not like to sink, I don't think. Boats only sink when I'm aboard.
It was to have been a quiet evening at home. Home is the Busted Flush, 52-foot barge-type houseboat, Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale.
I am paddling laps in a demitasse of home-brewed ennui
Keep your hand on the helm.
Watch out! Someone taught me that I should watch the people in my boat; some may be rolling the boat while others may be drilling holes under it! So, am determined to watch my circle!
We will maintain heading until he's committed, then I want a hard
skew-turn to starboard. As hard as you can make it, Chief. I want our starboard broadside on him as he passes below us, and then I want to cut down across his stern and stick it right up his kilt. Clear? (Honor Harrington)
Glistened on the rope, almost level now. Das
I prefer to drift rather than steer toward some known shore.
I gave up trying to find out. Any knowledge I might gain was useless. I had no means of controlling where I was going - no rudder, no sails, no motor, some oars, but insufficient brawn.
I'm adrift. That's the feeling I've had since setting out today - and, really, for much of this shitburger of a year - and I've finally found the word to describe that feeling.
Let go of the oars ... Everything you want is downstream.
Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide
Tireless, tied, as a moon-bound sea Moves
Wrecked on the lee shore of age.
this boat is and is not
when it sinks both disappear
We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
Sundown. The distressed sloop, its mainmast shattered by lightning, its sails ripped by the winds of the open sea, drifted into the small, quiet beach of a private island in the Lesser Antilles
As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am.
She was gone over the side of the vessel to be swung down in the bosun's
Without an anchor, we can be drifted to any shore.
If the boat started shaking, we stayed on course and didn't lose focus. That made the difference.
Today we can be sure we are heading into the right direction. We managed to put the round back on track, after a long hibernation. But we are not there yet.
So we are steaming along without any landmark; we can't gauge our speed. We are making progress and yet nothing is changing. It's not navigation but dreaming.
out. May propped the
Hope docks in my heart
Discombobulated.
The wind is rising and we must make sail. Anchors aweigh! We must be off!
A boat, even a wrecked and wretched boat
still has all the possibilities of moving
You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.
Off the tilting world like thread off a
Men and parts were waiting when they docked.
Body found floating by the docks...
This ship was a league from us, and some of the men would have taken her, and I would not consent to it, and this Moore said I always hindered them making their fortunes. Was that not the reason I struck him? Was there a mutiny on board?
Floating high on the waters of catastrophe
You have sea, you have boat, you have oars, and then why on earth you are rotting in the port?
Believe that a further shore is reachable from here.
Spirits rise as the sails fill ...
Gone is the sea's glassy surface, and with it the terrible glare.
Close the hatches and ports!
We're sailing again!
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself, - -
Which direction?" Robard asked.
"Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.
Hauled up our wine-casks, and hove them overboard, tied one to the other by a long line. Then the crew took to the boats and rowed shorewards, singing as they went, and drawing after them the long bobbing procession of casks, like
I am at rest and remaining.
The track lingered on the surface like a long pale scar. In maritime vernacular, this trail of fading disturbance, whether from ship or torpedo, was called a dead wake.
CAN OFFER YOU A TOW OR WOULD YOU PREFER US TO HEAVE TO AND WIND UP YOUR ELASTIC BANDS AGAIN SIGNED CLINT CHIEF OFFICER END.
I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.
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.
A ship in harbour is safe, but it's not fulfilling its potential
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The vessel, though her masts be firm,Beneath her copper bears a worm.
What are you doing in a fast lane, snail?
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
Hatch. I wouldn't risk another high-speed dock if we don't have to.
To port the helm carries the head to port.
I'm capsized, staring on the edge of safe.
at Terrible. The third-rate 74 did indeed appear badly worn, her masts slanted from
When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.
The horses have stopped
their clippity-clop,
but feet are too slow
for where I must go.
So here I shall stay
until light of day
when clippity-clop
gets my team underway.
Praise the sea, on shore remain.
Na, she's righted again," said a cool young fisherman, "and they've gotten down that unchancy mast. They maun have stout hearts and skeely hands that work her; but it's for life, and that learns folk baith pith and lear. There! - but it's owre now.
To face the waves. They got battered while Officer So pull-started the motor. When the four of them were in and headed toward open water,
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
One flesh. Or if you prefer, one ship. The starboard engine has gone. I, the port engine, must chug along somehow till we make harbour. Or rather, till the journey ends.
Buffeted but not broken.
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
Here they come, a tilting! Five hundred mailed and belted knights on bicycles!
Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier.
The hardest work begins in dry dock.
were all wired to come come unwound.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
Like a silly amateur sailor I have drifted into very deep water.
ON A SAMPAN MOORED ALONGSIDE THE SHENANDOAH, NAGASAKI HARBOR Morning of July 26, 1799
Where are we?" Nick shouted.
"I don't know, you're the nautical one. I just piloted the boat out of the harbor."
"Pirated! You pirated it out of the harbor!"
"Semantics.
Inside I'm treading waters steady tryna swim ashore.
When it does not yield to the rudder," said he to them, "the ship yields to the rock.
Life has a way of testing our anchors and tempting us to drift. Nevertheless, if our anchors are correctly placed in the rock of our Redeemer, they will hold - no matter the force of the wind, the strength of the tide, or the height of the waves.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
Columbus's doom-burdened caravels
Slant to the shore, and all their seamen land.
The anchor holds in spite of the storm
Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water and moored their boat at the flowery margin of the island.
In due course we arrive, if wit can be said that we ever fully arrive. The truth is there are destinations beyond destinations and do the confirmed sailor goes on tacking forever.
Take the anchor, there. The first meaning of that is hope, because hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don't give way.
The ship is going by a mighty engine, and you are busy rowing.
This man is my boatswain.
Faith is the soul riding at anchor.
at the sight of the sinking,
It winna dee ye ony good, it disna ring. The salt fae the sea ruins the wiring, fast as I fix it. Besides,' said the man, as he came up to join us, 'I'm nae in the hoose tae be hearin ye, am I?
The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.
You can t coast uphill.
Don't bring an anchor, on a sinking boat.
Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
In political activity ... men sail a boundless and bottomless sea; there is neither harbour for shelter nor floor for anchorage, neither starting-place nor appointed destination. The enterprise is to keep afloat on an even keel.
I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.
We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.
Floating on my back, as I am now,
Adventure-seasoned and storm-buffeted,
I shun all signs of anchorage, because
The zest of life exceeds the bound of laws.
Now hang on a ding darn minute.
Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.
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.
station, heavily: still no
A Vessel out at Sea is like a Woman, with out a Navigator it has no sense of Direction. A Navigator with out a Vessel has no Sense of Purpose.