The mast! Cut the mast!

The mast!

Cut the mast!

Weather mainbrace!

Aloft with ye! Aloft!

True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow.

Get new canvas aloft!

Where away? demanded the captain.

The old man stood the mast outside his shack.

I knew it the minute I sighted the topmast.

Mastheaders, the birds mark the place.

And so I served my first watch in the masthead.

No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before the mast, plumb down into the forecastle, aloft there to the royal mast head.

You, lad, pull that gold coin off the mast.

Even the sun's nailed to the sky like that gold doubloon's nailed to the mast.

Libyan blogger and programmer Abderrazak al Dokaly Assary (better known as Jad) has been missing since mid August.

The programme provides canoes, fishing hooks, lines and nets through bush shops, women apos s groups and cooperatives.

I'm taking him back to Port Royal and hanging him on the... dock in chains... and there he'll dangle to brood on his crimes till he's stoned to death.

He always went down to help him carry the lines, the gaff and harpoon... ... and the sail that was furled around the mast.

Tying yourself to the mast is the oldest one, but there are other ones such as locking a credit card away with a key or not bringing junk food into the house so you won't eat it or unplugging your Internet connection so you can use your computer.

The vessel under short sail, with look outs at the mast heads, eagerly scanning the wide expanse around them, has a totally different air from those engaged in regular voyage.

There is a difference between the height of the mizzen fore and aft spar in the contemporary painting by Luny (below) and its position on the replica in the photographs, compared to the height of the lowest spars on the fore and mainmasts.

But gulp down your tears and hie aloft to the royal mast with your hearts for your friends who have gone before are clearing out the seven storied heavens, and making refugees of long pampered Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael, against your coming.

And now how gladly would I come down from this mast head and sit on the hatches there where you sit, and listen as you listen, while some one of you reads ME that other and more awful lesson which Jonah teaches to ME, as a pilot of the living God.