Sudden my soul starts from her prison-house, Soareth afar o’er the sounding main; Hovers on high, o’er the home of the whale; Back to me darts the bird-sprite and beckons, Winging her way o’er woodland and plain, Hungry to roam, and bring me where glisten Glorious tracts of glimmering foam. This life on land is lingering death to me, Give me the gladness of God’s great sea.
I think this song sums up how he feels about being on the sea: "On the Sea" by Bech House https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJsSabXaunw