I must 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.
by John Masefield
Alas, my sea captain won’t be going down to the seas again. He came home with us from our vacation in Maine about ten years ago and has been looking out over the garden ever since. After so many years of keeping watch, the captain was in desperate need of some loving care.
So, the sea captain spent part of last winter at a rejuvenating body spa. He emerged from the treatments looking years younger
and, resplendent in his new jacket, took up his post in the garden again.