Lincoln Ross Colcord (Линкольн Росс Колкорд)

Fernando de Noronha

We lay becalmed; the white-hot sun
Beat down above an even swell;
And, clear upon our starboard bow
Stood out your spar-like Pinnacle.

1. Windlass Chanty
2. Hong Kong
3. To the Memory of My Father
4. Java Head
5. The North Watcher

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