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Call me old fashioned, I don't really like boats like that. All sleak, all clean, futuristic, luxurious, no soul at all... What's the point of going at sea if you're gonna stay boxed in your own mobile little five star hotel? I want cracky wood, rusted chains and cramped cabins where you can feel every little movement of the waves beneath you, be one with the sea, like a true captain, arr!

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