Charles Dickens isn’t exactly an author who fills my bookshelfs. He didn’t walk to the North Pole, go toe to toe with japanese heavy cruisers, or sneak around the desert with a rifle. However he captured part of the feeling sailors at sea feel this time of year, and in wonderful form.
“Again the Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea – on, on – until being far away, as he told Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship. They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel, the look-out in the bow, the officers who had the watch; but every man among them hummed a Christmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath to his companion of some bygone Christmas Day, with homeward hopes belonging to it. And every man on board, waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a kinder word for one another on that day than on any day in the year; and had shared to some extent in its festivities; and had remembered those he cared for at a distance, and had known that they delighted to remember him.”
Merry Christmas from Port Fourchon, may your family be close at hand and the cold at bay. If you are at work like myself, then I hope you at least get a phone call home that I feel so lucky to have gotten.