One time in college I almost booked a ticket to ride a freighter from England to the Netherlands. It was super cheap, but you literally rode a fucking freighter. I don't know about you guys, but AP English forced me to read enough books and short stories and poems about how fucking weird sailing can be, so instead of sailing to Amsterdam, I just flew to Tempe. Anyways, if I ever went sailing, I'd probably buy a jacket like Ralph number. Or I'd buy a jacket like this and just hang out by the port, starting off selling drugs before eventually becoming a legitimate antiquities dealer. Like, I'd always be dealing with shit from Calais. This jacket and quasi-legal imports from Calais seem to go hand in hand with tech-y Polo.