I like the sound of halyards ringing on the mast.
It's like crickets in the woods or waves on the beach. If I think about it, I can hear it clearly and loudly but usually I hardly notice because it puts me at peace.
I still secure mine to be a good neighbor.
Those grand fresh-water seas of ours - Erie, and Ontario, and Huron, and Superior, and Michigan, - possess an ocean-like expansiveness...They contain round archipelagoes of romantic isles...they have heard the fleet thunderings of naval victories...they know what shipwrecks are, for out of sight of land, however inland, they have drowned full many a midnight ship with all its shrieking crew. --from Moby Dick