And it was through John Barleycorn that I came to join this glorious company of free souls, unashamed and unafraid.
And the afternoon seabreeze blew its tang into my lungs, and curled the waves in mid-channel.

Before it came the scow schooners, wing-and-wing, blowing their horns for the drawbridges to open.

Red-stacked tugs tore by, rocking the Razzle Dazzle in the waves of their wake.

A sugar barque towed from the "boneyard" to sea.

The sun-wash was on the crisping water, and life was big.