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The Intrepid Captain
The storm is a pack of wolves
howling and tearing at the sky
with razor-sharp fangs and claws.
The intrepid captain’s raven-black hair flies
like a pennant in the wind
as she brazenly shouts orders.
Silver waves threaten to engulf the sailors,
but the brave men and women
battle on through the night
to keep their ship afloat.
Golden shards of sunlight pierce gray clouds
as the rain slows to a drizzle.
Dawn’s soft glow illuminates the waves
while drops of liquid sunlight spray the helm.
The caravel sails towards the sun-streaked sky,
and whatever adventures await.
Unknown
To me, the sea is like a person--like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there.
Gertrude Ederle
Mother-of pearl is not always white. It can be pink, blue, purple, gray, or even green. Nor is it produced only by the pearl oyster. The abalone and the pearl mussel both have shells that are lined with fine-quality mother-of-pearl.
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