Classic Boat

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ye, I remember well that day. The voyage that set my course through life started in the Queen’s Head tavern. Where it ends, no mortal soul can say, for the round sea has no beginning, no end, no horizon nearer than eternity. I know not if it was an unstirred yearning, or the deafening deluge of icy gale-driven rain stinging my face like musket balls in an elemental battle for my soul, that diverted me that fateful day from the

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