That's what is all about: A Cap Jib: in the brisk," Avoir le vent-en- poupe", in French
- a jib set on a stay to a bowsprit cap, astern._Dictionaries
Have you ever felt the brisk on you face,
the sun burning your skin,
the specks of sea-salt in your hair.
And its taste on your lips; off the Grand Large,
the offing is bleeding, It says it low
can you hear it?
I’m calling you.
At a distance, a boat,
Had blown her toot.
Sailing is in the air
The ocean crushing at your feet,
ebb and flow,
Has skimmed his batter
in begging you.
can’t you see it!
What’s the matter with you?
what are you waiting for_
If that was given to me to love again
I would’ve been a skipper,
Then that, I want no more
“So throw off the bowlines, and Sail away from the safe harbor.” _Mark Twain
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