I will never tire of the sea. Ever.
Your maternal great grandfather was a fisherman who with his brothers went out to sea in small clinker built boats. We his grandchildren were taught by the sink or swim method of swimming. We spent three weeks of every summer eating his catch, your great grand mother cooking it in a mist of flour and fat.
The sea is in your veins.
The sea is what keeps me here.
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