...soaring the cruel sea mistress, working your bones to a proper shift, shaping up like a man, reciting Keats at the Bow(ie), reading melville at the stern, counting the days till i see my bonnie lassie at the port side way.

what a life.

few questions...

a) how would one go about achieving this ambition

b) should i tell the skipper about my humanities degree? will that help? what about my work experience with the council?