Gay ships are yay ships!
Then on the River I saw the dream-built ship of the god Yoharneth-Lehai, whose great prow lifted grey into the air above the River of Silence. Her timbers were olden dreams dreamed long ago, and poets...
I would just as soon have abused the old village church at home for not being a cathedral.
If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility. He likes the thought of ships moving over the water, toward another world just out of sight.
Turn over the rudder in God's name, and sail with the wind heaven sends us.
I suppose because I grew up a thousand miles from the sea and missed the great age of passenger liners, I have always been subject to a romantic longing for ocean travel.
Ships that pass in the night.
Don't give up the ship!
Ships are but boards sailors but men.
They that go down to the sea in ships that do business in great waters.
There breaks in every Gloucester wave A windowed woman's heart.