The fog's just lifting. Throw off your bow line, throw off

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The fog's just lifting. Throw off your bow line, throw off your stern. You head out to South channel, past Rocky Neck, Ten Pound Island. Past Niles Pond where I skated as a kid. Blow your air-horn and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on Thatcher Island. Then the birds show up, black backs, herring gulls, big dump ducks. The sun hits ya - head north. Open up to 12 - steamin' now. The guys are busy, you're in charge. Ya know what? You're a goddam swordboat captain! Is there any thing better in the world?