Lincoln Ross Colcord (Линкольн Росс Колкорд)

The Westerlies

Cold winds, dead aft, and heavy running seas
That swung us onward faster than the breeze;
Bleak day, and lurid sunsets, and wild skies,
And lonesomeness that broods as the day dies.
Abandoned course, below the happy world;
A staggering ship, with upper canvas furled,
Flooded by crashing seas, day after day,
In the Roaring Forties, where the wind has its way.

1. Windlass Chanty
2. Gaspar Straits
3. The North Watcher
4. Trade Winds
5. The Fishing Fleet

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