I always stand at the very stern, watching as the lines are cast off, waving to the people left on the wharf. Sometimes a local pipe band will serenade us with the skirl of bagpipes. Then, with three long blasts on the ship's hooter, we are off. It is time for one last, long look at the port as the land recedes. I turn away then and face forward as we head out to sea, to new horizons and a new destination tomorrow. That's exciting!