A 3305’s answer to John Masefields “Sea Fever”
By Commander Lance Corrimal, Dec 8., 3305
3.7 Lightseconds off Hegeia JV-C C26-6
I must go to the sky again: the lonely sky and the night,
And all I ask is a good ship, and a star to steer her by;
And the pull of the stars, and witchspace whispering in my ears,
And the hissing of a million worlds in my sensors.
I must go to the skies again, for the call of space is a strong call,
and a wild call, and a clear call, that rings in your ears, and sings in your blood;
And all I ask is a fast jump, and a far jump, and a fine girl
to kiss me at the voyage’s end, or maybe just some KGB FOAM.
I must go into the night again: the wild and endless night,
Where countless new worlds roll under my feet, countless riches unclaimed,
and the light glitters on icy pinnacles, and on dusty rocks,
and the wonders of radio frequencies shifting into light before my eyes.
I must go to the sky again: to the wild rovers life, the pioneer’s way, and the pathfinders habits,
where the jets of neutron stars push you further, and faster, than man would have dared to dream before,
and then I will sleep, and dream, sweet dreams of home,
when the long voyage is over.