"When a man comes
to like a sea life, he is not fit to live on land” said a wise man once.
There’s something about a sea life that we could never hope to recreate on
land; the rise of the waves, the crack of a sail, a night cruising under the
stars. No, there’s nothing quite like it. The sea is an addiction, it keeps
beckoning us, calling us back to its arms. However, it is a dangerous mistress.
It practices a form of trickery. Its beauty is alluring, but its personality
can change on a dime and it can become a deadly assassin. Yet, the seaman
acknowledges this and sets sail anyway.
