Tuesday, February 24, 2004 :::
 

And perhaps nothing struck into me such a feeling of wild romance, as a view of an incredible tall ship flagged in Japan. It was of a clear sunny afternoon, and she came bearing down upon us surfsailors at Diamond head, a most beautiful sight, with all her sails spread wide. She came very near, all sailors on the reef sailed out for a closer inspection; and as she leaned over to the breeze, showed her decks fore and aft; I saw the strange sailors grouped upon the forecastle, all decked out in their finest whites eager for shore leave in Honolulu harbour and the cook with a ladle in his hand, and the captain in a green jacket sitting on the taffrail with a speaking-trumpet.

And here, had this vessel come out of the infinite blue ocean, with all these human beings on board, and the smoke tranquilly mounting up into the sea-air from the cook's funnel as if it were a chimney in a city; and every thing looking so cool, and calm, and of-course, in the midst of what to me, at least, from the vantage point of my tiny windsurfer a superlative marvel amidst the rollicking chaos of the Molokai channel.

::: posted by Mega at 8:25 AM

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