When you've spent your whole life on the sea, there's little reward except the honors we pile up slowly for our old age. We hold on because of the stripes we hope to wear and the respect we get at the finish.
[Glancing over at a model of a wooden ship
That little ship... I used to sail it over in the lagoon. Even then I considered it was a frigate and I was in command. My mother gave it to me. In the afternoons, I'd get my nurse to take me down to the waterfront, so I could be with the sailors....