@Rockhead,
Didn't know a thing about Locke, Rock, but she has had a terrible life. I think she's suing Clint.
edgar, loved that song of the sea John Paul Jones. He was Scottish.
Another wreck.
First The Fab Four do a parody on it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFG3Czt4PBA&feature=related
Here is part of the serious poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
"Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
