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Mick and Paddy have made a promise to their uncle.
They had an Uncle Seamus who was a seafaring gent all his life and a while
before he passed away, he made the boys promise to bury him at sea.
Of course he did pass away and the boys remembered to keep their promise.
So off they set with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded
onto their rowing boat.
After a while Mick says, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?”
Without a word Paddy slips over the side only to be standing in water up to
his knees. “Dis’ll never do Mick. Let’s row some more.”
After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again but the water is
only up to his belly, so on they row.
Again Mick asks Paddy, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?”
Once again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, “No dis’ll
neva do.” The water was only up to his chest.
So on they row and row and row when finally Paddy slips over the side and
disappears! Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting
himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for
“Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?”
“Aye it tis! Can yer hand me da shovel?”
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came. — John F. Kennedy