He's a fisherman. He's always out there, often long after the rest
have returned to port. And when he returns, it's not with the roar
and wake of so many others. He motors slowly back after a full day,
savoring the stronger breeze and gentler sun of late afternoon.
He says he loves the sea but dislikes the land. Only a man like that
might fish offshore in winter, spending long nights in the lee of
some distant little island.
Some men love boats and their boat names reflect their passion.
This fisherman loves the sea. His boat simply bears the name of a
woman associated with a previous owner.
Take him away from the salt water for any length of time and he'd
probably just dry up and die. He'd ask for his ashes to be scattered
on the high seas but he deserves more than that. He should have a
monument, cut from Deer Isle granite and it should say proudly