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. Gaspar Straits
3. The North Watcher
4. Trade Winds
5. The Fishing Fleet

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