chapter 26 spellbound sea
Endless questioning of mind was quickly set to rest,
X-raying personalities is never for the best,
Pleasure in a new converse esteeming future's chance
Long-recovered prejudice; an unattractive stance.
Overall comparison made Mike the fisher laugh;
Regarding me the weirdest bloke he'd ever met – by half!
I understood his savoir faire; intrinsically embraced
Notwithstanding all my trials I felt myself disgraced-
Getting off this barren shore where kismet had us placed.
"What to do?" I pondered as I paced the cindered beach.
"Have you any clue, my friend? Is rescue out of reach?"
"Eels are good," said Mike aloud; "You got a bit of pork?"
Regarding him with puzzlement, I felt my reason baulk.
Erroneous deduction led my mind to contemplate
Fisherman who rescued me must share re-worlded state.
On his cheerful face I saw insouciance to spare...
Rewarded for my reticence with company – but where?
"Eels are good," said Mike again. "Let's whistle for a wind...
"Something's weird; it's way too calm, so keep your eyes well-skinned."
And when it came, this sudden gale; that he expected soon-
Notwithstanding my distress, could I but share its boon?
Dutiful, I gazed around, as dawn gave way to noon.
"Whistle for the wind," said Mike, and tossed a chip of char,
"Hope you know a proper tune; I dunno where we are!"
Evenly I wet my lips and sketched a shanty air,
To all intents I sounded like a man who didn't care!
Hailing wind in otherworld may not have been so bright,
Even hesitating so, I tried to do it right-
Ringing through the smoky air a sailors' melody
Singing down enchanters' notes beside a spellbound sea.
X-raying personalities is never for the best,
Pleasure in a new converse esteeming future's chance
Long-recovered prejudice; an unattractive stance.
Overall comparison made Mike the fisher laugh;
Regarding me the weirdest bloke he'd ever met – by half!
I understood his savoir faire; intrinsically embraced
Notwithstanding all my trials I felt myself disgraced-
Getting off this barren shore where kismet had us placed.
"What to do?" I pondered as I paced the cindered beach.
"Have you any clue, my friend? Is rescue out of reach?"
"Eels are good," said Mike aloud; "You got a bit of pork?"
Regarding him with puzzlement, I felt my reason baulk.
Erroneous deduction led my mind to contemplate
Fisherman who rescued me must share re-worlded state.
On his cheerful face I saw insouciance to spare...
Rewarded for my reticence with company – but where?
"Eels are good," said Mike again. "Let's whistle for a wind...
"Something's weird; it's way too calm, so keep your eyes well-skinned."
And when it came, this sudden gale; that he expected soon-
Notwithstanding my distress, could I but share its boon?
Dutiful, I gazed around, as dawn gave way to noon.
"Whistle for the wind," said Mike, and tossed a chip of char,
"Hope you know a proper tune; I dunno where we are!"
Evenly I wet my lips and sketched a shanty air,
To all intents I sounded like a man who didn't care!
Hailing wind in otherworld may not have been so bright,
Even hesitating so, I tried to do it right-
Ringing through the smoky air a sailors' melody
Singing down enchanters' notes beside a spellbound sea.