It didn’t matter, he was a loner.
There was nowhere he could call home and he had only one refuge: the peace of his soul.
That’s what sailing is, a dance, and your partner is the sea.
And with the sea you never take liberties.
You ask her, you don’t tell her.
You have to remember always that she’s the leader, not you.
You and your boat are dancing to her tune.
As long as there’s a way out
in the dusty remote corners of this bloody world,
all hope is not lost.