Aleria's Adventures

For some, the joy of sailing  has to do with the thrill of tacking and jibing around in circles for honours, fighting storms and powering through calms, then retiring to the bar to recount a victory at sea. For me, the joy of sailing comes with the thrill of sighting land and dropping anchor in a foreign harbour to find the lone stillness of remote places we have yet to explore, but not tonight. This night, our anchor grips firmly  to the sediment beneath our keel and we rock gently into deep slumber, when uncomparable peace descends, no worries about anything at all,  in the anchor we trust. 

The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand; The decks were like a slide, me boys, where a sailor scarce could stand; The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally from the sea, And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.