There is a great story from Dublin about the Galley Ouzel(Blackbird). She was declared lost at sea and insurance was paid out when she failed to return after three years at sea. Two years after being declared lost the Ouzel sailed up the Liffey river into immortality. Her hold was filled with spices and pirate booty. The funds realised by her sale created the Dublin Chamber of Commerce, and the chamber has to this day, as its seal, the galley Ouzel. Was the galley siezed by pirates? Or were the sailors pirates themselves? To this day, who knows?
Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.
Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.
‘Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.