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The fair breeze blew
The white foam flew
The furrow followed free
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea

Down dropped the breeze
The sails dropped down
'Twas sad as sad could be
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea

Not so dramatic nor so complete as Coleridge tells it but the doldrums nonetheless. We did burst, with white foam, into that silent sea and ran thus for 700 miles, flying along. Now if we break 4 knots there is celebration. We motored some today on a flat sea, until a zephyr put shape in the sails, held and built, built to an astonishing 6 knots of speed but then died away. Then returned and died again. Right now we are barelling along at 4.5 knots. A stunning crescent moon in the black sky dancing silver coins on the sea, a sparkling path right to our ship. Magic.
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