Landspeople always say “I can smell the ocean”
Landspeople don’t know that the ocean has no smell. Any person of the sea knows that the coast has the smell of the little creatures that die upon the shore – the smell of men and their boats, the flotsam of life washed up after a storm.
That is the smell of the shore. The coast.
The sea has no smell, so I love the sea.
True – the sea is not pure. Probably hasn’t been pure for hundreds of years. There is plastic floating all over the water. There is horrible effluent discharged by cruise ships full of retired people from Miami, but it doesn’t matter.
The sea is vast and after a storm it absorbs and hides all the bad.
27 nautical miles, at 93 degrees east of Barbados, the sea is pure. Newborn pure.
So tonight, I head out into the sea… east. Pure EAST. (Well, almost pure… 93 degrees THANK YOU GARMIN!)
I will be back in two nights. My love will not worry, for she knows that I fear the sea.
And if the worst were to ever happen, my son remains.
See you in two days, friends.
(Robert – you promised the article about the Israeli Mossad. I hold you to it friend! 🙂 )