When I was growing up in the town that I was born my parents introduced me to this man who used to sail the seas. He would sit and tell us stories all the time about his life, where he had went, what he had seen, and of course what type of boats on which he had been. I think the most interesting stories were from when he was on a naval submarine.
When I asked him where he would go, he told me they would just point it at the sun and go.. Never really knowing where they were going, they just were always just looking for that "sea of green". He said it was a different life, living under the waves.
I asked him if it was lonely sailing all the time.. He told me no! He told me to think about it this way. It was a constant party, and all of his friends were always there. He told me that some of the guys had some instruments and they would always just kind of break into song -- everyone singing along, singing some crazy sailor songs that I cant even remember. It was an easy life, he said. Everyone had everything they needed -- A sky of bluuuuue and sea of Green.
When I asked him where he would go, he told me they would just point it at the sun and go.. Never really knowing where they were going, they just were always just looking for that "sea of green". He said it was a different life, living under the waves.
I asked him if it was lonely sailing all the time.. He told me no! He told me to think about it this way. It was a constant party, and all of his friends were always there. He told me that some of the guys had some instruments and they would always just kind of break into song -- everyone singing along, singing some crazy sailor songs that I cant even remember. It was an easy life, he said. Everyone had everything they needed -- A sky of bluuuuue and sea of Green.
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