posted on Apr, 30 2016 @ 07:16 PM
Just a little sailors tale
The ships would change, the crew would change, the weather would change, all though the weather was all ways changing so that doesn't really count.
People, ships, places would just be the cocoon around which those who embodied the vessels, would enter the metamorphous environment, chrysalis.
They, the young ones, were all so sure of their own competence. As if the mere decision to become a sailor was enough to make them a crew member. Poor
Oh yes they were strong and handled the ropes well they didn't back off because of bad weather, but: the true test was oddly about courtesy.
To greet each other properly, to make space in tiny hall ways and here was the most amusing part.
The dinner table. The officers and crew would dine together.
I would anticipate with hidden glee how the new comers behaved. I would serve the food and ask them to begin.
If a rooky dared to take a dish before an officer or reach across the table with out asking politely for the item to be passed around, a fork would
And at the end of the meal if any one left the table with out saying thank you to the cook an officer would say " I guess you aren't eating tomorrow,
you didn't like the food"
Only few days passed before every one enjoyed their food with out hazard.
Manners and courtesy, a matter of learning new customs and learning how to adjust in any environment with out compromising your self but still
gratifying your host.