"Ay," she sighs, and smiles, and leans forward so he can taste the salt breeze on his mouth in a kiss that's fierce and sweet and possessive. Her hand traces along his jaw, and then it's only the wild sea wind that toys with heavy twists of black hair, and Jack is alone with naught but the rolling waves and the glittering fish...and a stretch of blue-green water that leads straight to the horizon like a pathway.


I must go down to the seas again O my laughing fellow rover

The current is swift and easy to follow, while around the little boat waves cap white and green, and Someone keeps easy speed alongside him.

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.