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Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

When I am not at work or otherwise occupied ashore, I live for the sea, it is where I am most comfortable. Give me a nice northwester, a following sea and you will soon find me off soundings and headed for the islands. Which island you say? The next one is the only logical answer.

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