Under the Bridge

A day out on the water with the Cap'n. We set off in a flat calm with a promise of southerly winds. As it turned out the wind came from the east, so after a motor to Inchcolm we about turned and sailed very slowly westwards back towards the bridges. The wind then slowly died before suddenly springing up from the west. You couldn't make it up, could you? It's the way I tell them. Riveting, eh?
The Cap'n trimmed his sails to perfection, I'll tell you. He hauled that outhaul out as far as possible, he got the jib sheet car back, and I tell you, if anyone was there to see it they would have hallooo'd us and hailed our seamanship.

I'm the world you'll never see
I'm the slave you'll never free
I'm the truth you'll never know
I'm the place you'll never go
I'm the sound you'll never hear
I'm the course you'll never steer
I'm the will you'll not destroy
I'm the gin in the gin soaked boy
Yeah, the gin soaked boy

That reminds me....