Desire for Adventure

Great, vast, and expansive seas carry me in currents true to unknown lands. Present me with fruit, large or small, with tastes bitter or sweet that will sustain a human for as long as existence remains. I plea not to the sea, merely speak my thoughts plainly into wind as without them my journey would be a fools errand. In this journey my plan always was, where there was none, a way forward, without much in the way of provisions, or a plan should sickness strike do I sail into the thick of this serene blanket that could not have been painted more beautiful on a canvas or permitted wall.
I, deprived of all, oh and how I miss not many things, can sing praise to the fish below me perhaps questioning the nature of my arrival, or if perhaps I shall be food by day's end.
Vast indeed and empty of pretensions, the liquidity available is bountiful yet somewhat unreachable without certain means. I yearn to seek, to reach, but mostly to discover the means. What a life, to think moments ago I slept quietly, being rocked by the waves, perhaps in a moment's notice a tsunami may end my journey and I will end at Poseidon's door. I will knock quite loud and ask for access. If asked why I wish to proceed I will merely express my desire for adventure.