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12-25-2009, 09:10 AM
I think I posted this last year but its worth a repeat.
Christmas At Sea
Robert Louis Stevenson

The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand,
The wind was a nor’-wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.

They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day;
But ‘twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay.
We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,
And we gave her the maintops’l, and stood by to go about.

All day we tack’d and tack’d between the South Head and the North;
All day we haul’d the frozen sheets, and got no further forth;
All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,
For very life and nature we tack’d from head to head.

We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roar’d;
But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard;
So’s we saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high,
And the coastguard in his garden with his glass against his eye.

The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;
The good red fires were burning bright in every ‘longshore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volley’d out;
And I vow we sniff’d the victuals as the vessel went about.

The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer;
For it’s just that I should tell you how (of all days of the year)
This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn,
And the house above the coastguard’s was the house where I was born.

O well I saw the pleasant room, the pleasant faces there,
My mother’s silver spectacles, my father’s silver hair;
And well I saw the firelight, like a flight of homely elves
Go dancing round the china-plates that stand upon the shelves!

An well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me,
Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea;
An O the wicked fool I seem’d, in every kind of way,
To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day.

They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall.
‘All hands to loose topgallant sails!’ I heard the captain call.
‘By the Lord, she’ll never stand it,’ our first mate Jackson cried.
. . . ‘It’s the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson,’ he replied.

She stagger’d to her bearings, but the sails were new and good,
And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood.
As the winter’s day was ending, in the entry of the night,
We clear’d the weary headland, and pass’d below the light.

And they heaved a mighty breath, every soul on board but me,
As they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea;
But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.

Phillip Allen
12-25-2009, 10:13 AM
I've sailed very little. I've read many a sea story and I find I can see the ship's plite clearly...

12-25-2009, 01:43 PM
poem written by an landsmen at heart.

I'm with the crew who dont look back or give thought to those at port.
Either they will be there when i return or they will not not much else to do about it.

Phillip Allen
12-25-2009, 01:46 PM
I was speaking of being caught between the two headlands...we did that once...we always had the engine to get us out but the other crewman and myself worked at getting us out for quite a while before the owner finally lit off the enging and we left

Paul Girouard
12-25-2009, 01:47 PM
Been there done that, not the best way to spend Christmas IMO.

Phillip Allen
12-25-2009, 01:51 PM
glad we did it...very instructional...it was easy weather and we were really just playing. Jack and I would have kept at it quite a bit longer but the owner got tired of watching us