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	<title>Comments on: Friday Nov 14,08</title>
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	<description>A log of my passage on the tall ship Picton Castle Nov. 2008 to May 2009</description>
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		<title>By: Stephen Johnson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephen Johnson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 23:05:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Like you, my first (admittedly hugely illogical) thought when I got on a passenger ship as an adult (I have no memory of what I was thinking when we got on the SS United States when I was 7) was "How the hell does anything that big float?".  

The really amazing thing is that they typically draw only about 25'. so the metacentric heights tend to be pretty scary, and they don't handle rough seas too well.

As to sailing date:  more excitement, less fear!  

…There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — 
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. 

Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars......

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

From Ulysses, Alfred Lord Tennyson</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Like you, my first (admittedly hugely illogical) thought when I got on a passenger ship as an adult (I have no memory of what I was thinking when we got on the SS United States when I was 7) was &#8220;How the hell does anything that big float?&#8221;.  </p>
<p>The really amazing thing is that they typically draw only about 25&#8242;. so the metacentric heights tend to be pretty scary, and they don&#8217;t handle rough seas too well.</p>
<p>As to sailing date:  more excitement, less fear!  </p>
<p>…There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:<br />
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,<br />
Souls that have toil&#8217;d, and wrought, and thought with me —<br />
That ever with a frolic welcome took<br />
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed<br />
Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old;<br />
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;<br />
Death closes all: but something ere the end,<br />
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,<br />
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.<br />
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:<br />
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep<br />
Moans round with many voices. </p>
<p>Come, my friends,<br />
&#8216;Tis not too late to seek a newer world.<br />
Push off, and sitting well in order smite<br />
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds<br />
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths<br />
Of all the western stars&#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>Tho&#8217; much is taken, much abides; and though<br />
We are not now that strength which in old days<br />
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;<br />
One equal temper of heroic hearts,<br />
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will<br />
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.</p>
<p>From Ulysses, Alfred Lord Tennyson</p>
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