Double Drabble - Order
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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Pirate’s in your blood, boy. And one day you’ll square with that. But having pirate blood s’not the same as being born of the sea. For you see, William, not all men that sail the seas are born to be sailors.
Take the crew for example. They pull and haul as ordered, never minding how they get from one point to another. Pirates all, yet their eyes are only on the prize. Once taken, they want no more than to hurry ashore, drinking and whoring ‘til they’ve spent it all. Only then do they take to the sea again.
A true sailor, however, knows how to work the wind, knows the tides and rips and eddies. He knows his ship as intimately as his lover, those peculiar qualities which sets it apart from any other ship that were ever built or rigged. And, like a lover, he must know how to gentle her about, yet also know when to fill her on the other tack without deadening her way.
A man born to the sea, can never again get away. The salt is in his blood, his bones, his very soul. The sea will call to him until he dies.
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~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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Pirate’s in your blood, boy. And one day you’ll square with that. But having pirate blood s’not the same as being born of the sea. For you see, William, not all men that sail the seas are born to be sailors.
Take the crew for example. They pull and haul as ordered, never minding how they get from one point to another. Pirates all, yet their eyes are only on the prize. Once taken, they want no more than to hurry ashore, drinking and whoring ‘til they’ve spent it all. Only then do they take to the sea again.
A true sailor, however, knows how to work the wind, knows the tides and rips and eddies. He knows his ship as intimately as his lover, those peculiar qualities which sets it apart from any other ship that were ever built or rigged. And, like a lover, he must know how to gentle her about, yet also know when to fill her on the other tack without deadening her way.
A man born to the sea, can never again get away. The salt is in his blood, his bones, his very soul. The sea will call to him until he dies.
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