I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.-John Masefield
Life is tough when your swimmer’s build suddenly becomes that of a beached whale! ESPECIALLY when one of your job requirements is being able to fit into the provided uniform. Looks like proffessional beach hunk Ahoy is going to have to get a new job for the summer…
At least he still has his upper body strength?
quick’n dirty doodle. poor Ahoy…at least he’s not a whale anymore