Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.

For why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind? The air is cut away before, And closes from behind.

Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass, And her ropes are taut with the dew, For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail, We're sagging south on ...

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, An', taught by time, I tak' it so exceptin' always steam, From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see thy Hand, O God ...

The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband an' 'e gives 'er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', ...

The true ship is the ship builder.

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters: These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.

When rats leave a sinking ship, where exactly do they think they're going?