Many years ago, I saw Eugene O'Neill's play "Long Day's Journey Into Night" It's an exceptional piece of work but what struck me most was Edmund's monologue about being at sea. While I've never had the chance to sail on a square rigger, I clearly understood the feelings he expressed.
A dear friend of mine created the speech in calligraphy for me. She even, on a trip back to Mystic Seaport, Connecticut, bought the scrimshaw (faux) for me. With the talent of my friend and framer, the two elements were merged together and it now holds a place of honor on the wall of my den and in my heart.