So look out there…

and explain to me why

any man in possession of any sense at all,

would take on the sea with sail?

Because there's something else out there. I

t beckons in the wind and sings in the shrouds.

Voices. Whispering…

They're voices of men. Calling.

Men you don't even know.

Men you can't even imagine.

It's a seed, a wish, that part of you and I that aches to be alive,

that was banished by everything we've ever been taught or told.

It's a part of us that can only be found on mountain tops and deserts,

in the deepest caverns,

smoking battle fields and… across oceans.