As a young recruit, I showed a lot of potential and worked hard and, because of that, I made a quick assent to the rank of Captain. I'll never forget that first Navel vessel I captained, the USS Deep Blue. I'll always remember the day we ran into catastrophic engine failure while traversing the Suez Canal in Egypt. We were stranded there for 14 days, waiting for replacement parts to arrive. During the day, we practically baked as the forced air system was also down, and the scorching sun of the Sinai Dessert beat down on us. At night, it was unfathomably cold.
Buy the time the vessel was fixed up, troop morale was very low. Before long, we were already to resume our travels east. I recall my great relief when we finally passed beyond the Suez Canal and the imminent threat from hostile forces in the Sinai. I have a plethora of such experiences, gained out here on the unceasing, undulating waves. But, you will have to wait for such stories and for the sea. Its calling to you. Indeed, it is calling me, and I will answer its call. The duties of the captain are never truly complete, after all.
Yet again, I find myself writing this passage and loosing my train of thought. For now, I will conclude in saying that the grandeur of the sea stole my heart so long ago. It gave me life when I barely had any, and I hope to give my life to it. Until the day I die, the sea is where I belong.