A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sails, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England in the lee.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,A wind that follows fast,And fills the white and rustling sail,And bends the gallant mast.And bends the gallant mast, my boys,While like the eagle freeAway the good ship flies, and leavesOld England on the lee.Allan Cunningham
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it.william shakespeare
Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.abby sunderland
Even without looking I knew: there was no way I still had a mast. And without a mast, the trip was over.abby sunderland
Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, The lightning and the gale.
It may not be fit, in point of discipline, that a subordinate officer should dispute the commands of his superior, if he were ordered to go to the mast head: but if the superior were to order him thither, knowing that, for some bodily infirmity, it was impossible he should execute the order, and that he must infallibly break his neck in the attempt, and it were so to happen, the discipline of the navy would not protect that superior from being guilty of the crime of murder.
Stood for his country’s glory fast, And nail’d her colours to the mast!walter scott
But the more times she missed, the faster she’d be traveling when she finally slammed into the mast. And it wasn’t if she hit the mast; it was when. At that point, Abby would be either severely injured or dead.abby sunderland
Fifty feet of mast lay in the heaving water, downed lines and shrouds holding it there.abby sunderland
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast.Allan Cunningham
There grewe an aged tree on the greene; A goodly Oake sometime had it bene, With armes full strong and largely displayed, But of their leaves they were disarayde The bodie bigge, and mightely pight, Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight; Whilome had bene the king of the field, And mochell mast to the husband did yielde, And with his nuts larded many swine: But now the gray mosse marred his rine; His bared boughes were beaten with stormes, His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes, His honour decayed, his braunches sere.Edmund Spenser