You can lock him out of your house, but not out of your heart. You can scratch him off your
mailing list, but not out of your mind. So you might as well give up. He is your Far-away from home
lover, your one and only, good for nothing, liberty minded, bundle of wrongdoing. But your shattered
dreams become insignificant when your sailor comes home and looks at you with those big bloodshot eyes, and says “hi sweetheart”.
All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.