I sailed five hundred miles today, of course to see a girl.
Docking tonight on this Pacific beach, pausing my quest ‘round the world.
She’s just one of many, and she knows it too, and that makes her mightily sad.
But if she wants more or less than I am, she best find a different lad.
Two long years I built this life: learned a trade, hired mates, built a ship.
Launching each day into uncharted lands—maturing is quite the trip.
If you ne’er stood alone on a beach in the night, you’re missing Poseidon’s roar.
The waves crash about you, scalp shivers in tingles and heart begins to soar.
You’ll thank every lighthouse and follow the wind. Try it. It’s what we are:
We’re conquerors, explorers, skullduggers and knaves. We pillage and rape and steal.
And when you’re done plund’ring your fill of the booty, pray the wench will cook you a hot meal.
Julian Wise 