I hope not too deep though...you could lose your moorings down there!
*All four guys look down*
*crickets chirp*
(Okay, that'll make no sense to those of you who never saw the British TV show The Young Ones, in the 1980's...)
Lose my moorings?
Y’know; I think I did do that once. Nothin’ but trouble, as I recall.
I decided, afterward, that it would be a very good thing if I delegated responsibility for my moorings to a more capable Overseer. Well, the first thing you know He says to me, “Um, since you’re at sea, and all, wouldn’t it be better if I did something productive like man the sails, or perhaps take a watch at the wheel?”
So, I gave Him a watch at the wheel and we ran so well under His charge that I made Him Captain in my stead.
Now, be it fair wind or foul, the Eye upon the binnacle, and the Hand upon the wheel never faint nor do they sleep.
Ahhh, and you should see how He can make this ship run before the wind; holding true to course o’er trough and swell, with all her sheets set to and her colors proud against the sky; tracing a defiant groove across the face of the Great Deep!
Sure, there’s somewhere I’d rather be, but for now it’s the salt air and spray off the bow that is the essence of life.