“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.”

And this wheel needs work—pieces reattached, screw holes plugged, gaps filed, and the whole thing refinished. I don’t think it has had any attention for 44 years.