Clive Owen's monologue on crossing the North Atlantic (taking words from Sir Francis Drake). The music and the "ascending to heaven" metaphor make it very beautiful indeed.
Sir Walter Raleigh: Can you imagine what it is to cross an ocean? For weeks, you see nothing but the horizon - perfect and empty. You live in the grip of fear: fear of storms; fear of sickness on board; fear of the immensity. So you must drive that fear down, deep into your belly; study your charts; watch your compass; pray for a fair wind; and hope. Pure, naked, fragile: hope. ... At first it's no more than a haze on the horizon. So you watch. You watch. Then it's a smudge; a shadow on the far water, for a day ... for another day. The stain slowly spreads along the horizon, taking form ... until, on the third day, you let yourself believe. You dare to whisper the word: land. Land. Life. Resurrection. Coming out of the vast unknown, out of the immensity ... into new life. That, your Majesty, is the New World.