"When a man comes to like a sea life, he is not fit to live on land” said a wise man once. There’s something about a sea life that we could never hope to recreate on land; the rise of the waves, the crack of a sail, a night cruising under the stars. No, there’s nothing quite like it. The sea is an addiction, it keeps beckoning us, calling us back to its arms. However, it is a dangerous mistress. It practices a form of trickery. Its beauty is alluring, but its personality can change on a dime and it can become a deadly assassin. Yet, the seaman acknowledges this and sets sail anyway.