My ship will take me to places on this bawdy planet beyond the imagination that most can fathom. Until one has experienced the blue, it cannot be described properly.
Until one has been out with no land nor cloud in sight. No wind to drive. The heat almost pulls the crew to pieces as they break out the oars in order to bring the lady on her way and keep moving before the stagnation drives them all mad with cabin fever.
Until one has felt the angry wind and watched the bosom of her sails billow out above, pulling her passion and carrying those aboard on their way. Careful control of her direction and sails will have the crew to their destination in short time.
Until one has watched the bathing of the land and churning of the sea during a great storm. Feeling her creaks and moans as she cries out while the waves lick at her rudder and the pilot caresses her helm. She can either be left in a mass of splinters and even pull some of those riding to the depths, or she can accelerate beyond the speed of passion again and again.
She will travel the blue across the Earth in search of what her Captain requests. No rest unless the Captain allows.
She will kneel quietly awaiting her orders. All other glances will be ignored until her Captain calls upon her once again.
She will answer the Captain’s every whim and desire, so long as the Captain respects her…loves her…and remembers that without her, the Captain would be nothing. The Captain would either be pulled to the bottom as she sank, or left on a secluded beach with a bottle of rum and a single shot pistol as another Captain takes her from him.
This Captain may have other whims and interests, but the true passion is only brought about while atop her deck and riding the blue towards a horizon of this flat world.
I am her Captain, and she will go over that edge with me unquestioningly, never quite knowing what will happen when the Captain takes his lady over the edge.