A Sailor speaks of the Sea.
He stared at her. She who wasn't the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars. She was the ocean. Calm, raging, encompassing. She was beauty and she was power. No man was capable of journeying through all her depths. She could guide you safely through her endless waters, or she could drown you under thrusts of waves. She could be heaven, she could be hell. Only a fool would think he knew her well. She was captivating and intoxicating.
All he had was a rickety boat. Lord, help him stay afloat.