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The lines of Jimmy Buffett's classic song, "A Pirate looks at Forty", contains the secret of Tony's love of, and with, the sea:

"Mother Mother Ocean

I have heard your call

I've wanted to sail upon your waters

since I was three feet tall

You've seen it all,

You've seen it all"

As a matter of fact, so deeply do these words dwell in Tony's psyche that the final song of his life, when they carry him out to be buried at sea off the entrance to Sydney's Hawkesbury River is "A Pirate looks at 40"! 

He reckons that way he'll be circumnavigating the South Pacific to times end!!

These words, written by Hollywood actor and South Pacific vagabond, Sterling Hayden, were originally published in his book "Wanderer" and Tony finds much resonance in them:-


"To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... "cruising" it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.

"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.

What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.

The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Where, then, lies the answer? 

In choice. Which shall it be - bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"

Hopefully,this section will fill you in fully on "the boy's quest".



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