Quotes About Sea

He loved when Nate sang shanties — the songs sailors crooned as they did their work.

especially the Spaniards, posed a danger as great as the sea itself.

The ships were mostly black—pitch black. They derived their blackness, and their ominous aura, from the tar covering the hull

masts, and rigging, practically every exposed surface of the ship except for the sails.

over the rail and lowered himself onto a crude seat suspended high above the waves.

privacy did not exist aboard these ships—and if the sea happened to be rough

the weary sailors studied the sea for buried shoals, examined the rigging, dried the dew from the lines

These provisions made for an unhealthy diet, high in salt, low in protein, and lacking vitamins that sailors needed to protect themselves against the rigors of the sea.

to land, they would have spotted penguins, sea lions, and even huge elephant seals lolling on the rocky shores.

even upon the shore, where their fellows might behold this horrible spectacle from the sea.

sowed the seeds of bitter disputes at sea. The

And during foul weather, there was no cooking at all, and the sailors endured cold

wine, hardtack, and water, to say nothing of the freshly caught sea elephants.

The sea wolves of these two islands are of various colors and of the size and thickness of a calf

At sea, days were divided into six four-hour shifts, called watches.

but the sea yielded only a few planks broken off from Santiago's hull.

severe storm sprang up. The strong offshore winds blew Magellan's ships out to sea

Later, an English ship caught sight of the abandoned beasts swimming in the dark green sea on a journey to oblivion.

Portugal was the first European nation to exploit the sea for spices and the global empire that went along with them.

I am constantly surrounded by a display of natural wonders...It is beauty surrounded by ugly fear. I write in my log that it's a view of heaven from a seat in hell. (survivor after 53 days at sea)

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, and the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it." – Cesare Pavese

I am a solitary wave in the dark and desolate sea: and the sparkling glass I drank was drugged with misery.

Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead

Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us.