Herman Melville,
Mardi — Volume I/Chapter XXXVII: Once More They Take To The Chamois
(1849)
“ This, with the pearl shells on board, counteracted the buoyancy of the casks.At last, the sun—long waited for—arose; the Parki meantime sinking lower and lower.All things being in readiness, we proceeded to embark from the wreck, as from a wharf.But not without some show of love for our poor brigantine.To a seaman, a ship is no piece of mechanism merely; but a creature of thoughts and fancies, instinct with life. Standing at her vibrating helm, you feel her beating pulse. I have loved ships, as I have loved men. ”
