Chapter 10 No.10

Strange voyagers, what tales of noble deeds

Deep in your dim sea-weary eyes one reads!

Open the casket where your memories are,

And show each jewel, fashioned from a star;

For I would travel without sail or wind,

And so, to lift the sorrow from my mind,

Let your long memories of sea-days far fled

Pass o'er my spirit like a sail outspread.

What have you seen?