I was in one of my rare moods of doubt. Why should I chose
such a life, I asked, and called myself every kind of fool,
while all the time I knew I would yearn for it all again when
I had been a little while on shore. Something makes me want
to fight the elements, to endure hardships, to feel the luxury
of sailing into a strange and beautiful port when it is all over . . .
And so the ship strained on, the seas crashed overhead, and
I lay there and knew that I loved it.

--William Albert Robinson