hand every time she went about in spare moments they for the packed fish which does not improve a cargo but since there was no fishing had time to look at the sea from another point of view the low sided was naturally on most intimate terms with her surroundings they saw little of the horizon save when she a swell and usually she was and her steadfast way through grey grey blue or black hollows across and across with streaks of shivering foam or rub captains courageous herself along the flank of some bigger water hill it was as if she said you wouldn t hurt me surely vm only the little re here then she would slide away softly to herself till she was brought up by some fresh obstacle the of folk cannot see this kind of thing hour after hour through long days without noticing it and being anything but dull began to comprehend and enjoy the dry chorus of wave tops turning over with a sound of incessant tearing the hurry of the winds working across open spaces and the purple blue cloud shadows the splendid of the red sunrise the folding and packing away of the morning mists wall after wall withdrawn across the white floors the glare and blaze of noon the kiss of rain falling over thousands of dead flat square miles the chilly of everything at the day s end and the million wrinkles of the sea under the moonlight when the boom solemnly at the low stars and went down to get a from the cook but the best fun was when the boys were put on the wheel together tom within hail and she her lee rail down to the crashing blue and kept a little home made rainbow unbroken over her then the jaws of the against the and the captains courageous sheets and the sails filled with roaring and when she slid into a hollow she trampled like a woman tripped in her own silk dress and came out her wet half way up yearning and peering for the tall twin lights of s island they left the cold grey of the bank sea saw the lumber ships making for by the straits of sl with the salt from spain and found a friendly off bank that drove them within view of the t light of island � a sight did not linger over � and stayed with them past western and le have to the northern fringe of george s from there they picked up the deeper water and let her go merrily s pulling on the string dan confided to an ma next sunday you ll be a boy to throw water on the windows to make ye go to sleep guess you ll keep with us till your folks come do you know the best of ashore again hot bath said his eyebrows were all white with dried spray that s good but a night shirt s better i ve been o night shirts ever since we bent our ye can your toes then ma ll a new one fer me all washed soft it s home it s home ye can sense it in the air we re into the of a hot captains courageous wave an i can smell the wonder if we ll get in fer supper port a trifle the hesitating sails and in the close air as the deep smoothed out blue and round them when they whistled for a wind only the rain came in rods and and behind the rain the thunder and the lightning of mid august they lay on the deck with bare feet and arms telling one another what they would order at their first meal ashore for now the land was in plain sight a boat drifted alongside a man in the little pulpit on the flourishing his his bare head down with the wet and all s well i he sang cheerily as though he were watch on a big s waiting fer you what s the news o the fleet shouted it and passed on while the wild summer storm overhead and the lightning along the from four different quarters at once it gave the low circle of hills round harbour ten pound island the fish sheds with the broken line of house roofs and each and on the water in blinding photographs that came and went a dozen times to the minute as the iv re here crawled in on half flood and the whistling moaned and mourned behind her then the storm died out captains courageous in long separated vicious of blue white flame followed by a single roar like the roar of a mortar battery and the shaken air under the stars as it got back to silence the flag the flag said suddenly pointing upward what is ut � said long jack ha af mast they can see us shore now i d clean forgot he s no folk to has he girl he was goin to be married to this fall mary pity her said long jack and lowered the little flag half mast for the sake of swept overboard in a gale oflf le have three months before wiped the wet from his eyes and led the re here to s wharf giving his orders in whispers while she swung round and night hailed her from the ends of black over and above the darkness and the mystery of the procession could feel the land close round him once more with all its thousands of people asleep and the smell of earth after rain and the familiar noise of a engine to herself in a freight yard and all those things made his heart beat and his throat dry up as he stood by the they heard the captains courageous f anchor watch on a into a pocket of darkness where a lantern on either 