When people talk about the sea, they think of golden beaches under a warm, smiling sun. Of cocktails and snacks and swimming and sleeping under a parasol. Few of them realize that same sea has a totally different face, a face only the professional seamen know…
A face distorted by a force 6-7 gale, by driving rain and sleet and snow. With waves sending curtains of spray over the bows of the ship, soaking the oilskin-clad deckhands that longingly look at the lights of the port, just peeping over the horizon.
A tough life.
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