“Sea Fever” (1902)
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 tide
Is 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 (1878–1967)
Overlord In Terms of Core Issues Around Maximal Engagement with Key Notions of the Über-Feral 
The sea’s a great topic for poetry. A shame that the people best equipped to survive it are often the least equipped to describe it.
The sea’s a great topic for poetry.
Yes. A.E.H. had some interesting things to say about it in his essay on C.A.S.:
A shame that the people best equipped to survive it are often the least equipped to describe it.
Or the things best-equipped, like sharks.