Surely the lines that raised these sails were the same that had risen the great sails of the Star of India as it navigated Desolation Sound. Surely none had breathed this air, so deliciously salty, but those who could call themselves adventurers by career.
Roofs and walls and other weapons of oppression forgotten, we simply breathed and let the air intoxicate us with stories of the wild, the wind, and what lived under the sea.
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