Lost in the tranquility of NBVC Port Hueneme. Each sunset a painting, each sunrise a poem.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
Sailing through the tranquility of NBVC Port Hueneme. Every moment, a breath of fresh air.
I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
Where the tides of tranquility meet the shores of possibility, NBVC Port Hueneme beckons.