The wonderful poem Sea Fever by John Masefield is one that Sarah resonated strongly with, so much so that she painted it onto the Cradle on which Theros rested between journies, in the Dartmouth Marina in Nova Scotia, Canada. 

On the day the tragic news of Sarah and Brett's death hit the press in Canada, one of their fellow marina members, Lee Andrew, felt moved to make video of the poem on the cradle, which is attached here. It is essential Sarah, beyond being a consummate teller of tales in voice, she was also a wonderful illustrator,

Sea-Fever

By John Masefield

"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
 
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
 
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over."