The Helmsman looked over at Prowers as he said that famous verse. The helmsman smiled and took a sip from the straw.<br/><br/><em>I must go down to the seas again<br/>to the lonely sea and sky<br/>And all I ask is a tall ship<br/>and a star to steer her by<br/>And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song<br/>and the white sail’s shaking<br/>And a gray mist on the sea’s face,<br/>and a gray dawn breaking.<br/><br/>I must go down to the seas again<br/>for the call of the running tide<br/>Is a wild call and a clear call<br/>That may not be denied<br/>And all I ask is a windy day<br/>with the white clouds flying<br/>And the flung spray and the blown spume<br/>and the sea-gulls crying.<br/><br/>I must go down to the seas again<br/>to the vagrant gypsy life<br/>To the gull’s way and the whale’s way<br/>where the wind’s like a whetted knife<br/>And all I ask is a merry yarn<br/>from a laughing fellow-rover<br/>And quiet sleep and a sweet dream<br/>when the long trick’s over. </em><br/><br/>"Sea Fever by John Masefield. It was my Father's favorite poem." The Helmsman remarked as he looked over his shoulder to Prowers. "He was a sailor in the EDF as well, but never made it above Boatswain's Mate." He continued as he slipped his drink. Many members of the EDF and Former EDF saw themselves as Sailors no different than the Sailors of the era of Tall ships. Except they don't sailed upon the oceans. They sailed among the sea of Stars. "Have a good night, Chief. The bridge will still be hear when you wake up." The Helmsman stated as he heard the Door hiss open behind him.