You've seen the children who laugh out at sea; now your canvas is wrinkled, the deck salt-spotted and worn over the years. You've seen the albatross, and his superstitious gleams. You've passed above the gilded galleons that spill across ocean floor...
"The Unkept Promise,"
Sketch: Vol. 45
, Article 7.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol45/iss1/7