The rain had stopped, the mist lifted, and slowly the sun began to come out. Algy could feel a change in the air. Something was up; he could taste the salt on the wind. He knew what it was – he had Sea Fever, and there was only one remedy. He must go down to the sea again:

         I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
         And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
         And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
         And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,

         I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
         Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
         And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
         And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

[Algy is quoting the first two verses of the popular poem which every young chick learns by heart: Sea Fever by John Masefield.]

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