Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home.

I had a romance novel inside me, but I paid three sailors to beat it out of me with steel pipes.

If they will only hold their hands until the season is over, he promises them a royal carnival, when all grudges can he settled and the survivors may toss the non-survivors overboard and arrange a...

I get ahead by fighting hard, But fighting keeps my spirit strong.

Live for something rather than die for nothing.

And now you’re off to Port Caynn. Watch them sailor lads. They’ll have your skirts up and a babe in your belly afore you know what you’re about.””Everyone keep warning me about sailors,” I complained....

Success is how high you bounce when you hit the bottom.

The Mayflower sped across the white-tipped waves once the voyage was under way, and the passengers were quickly afflicted with seasickness. The crew took great delight in the sufferings of the landlubbers and tormented them...

It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.

You must be a light unto yourself.

Black seamen – or “Black Jacks” as African sailors were known – enjoyed a refreshing world of liberty and equality. Even if they were generally regulated to jobs such as cooks, servants, and muscians and...

It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.

The Bane…where coxswain’s dirtand seaman’s shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest…

one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duelist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six-inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale....

We of the sea come to know each other quickly; our loves, like our hates, are born of sudden dangers.

They don’t take the Bible as a general thing, sailors don’t; though I will say that I never saw the man at sea who didn’t give it the credit of being an uncommon good yarn.(“Kentucky’s...

There are no whores in Scaithe’s Ebb, or none that consider themselves as such, although there have always been many women who, if pressed, would describe themselves as much-married, with one husband on this ship...

I like to sail. My son Caden and I are avid sailors.

Strength lies not in defence but in attack.

Ms. Wrack’s mother, Mrs. Wrack, had been a mermaid: a proper one who lived on a rock and combed her hair and sang. But sailors had never been lured to their doom by her, partly...

Victory is a thing of the will.

First gain the victory and then make the best use of it you can.

The sea, perhaps because of its saltiness, roughens the outside but keeps sweet the kernel of its servants’ soul.