Yes, indeed!"
The rolling of the ship as the waves struck, the thought of the
greasy bacon and greasy eggs - the very idea of eating -
nauseated Demo.
With a sigh he stared out at the watery scene.
The sea, which had been so blue and calm early in the day, now
frowned with graygreen surface and waves that reached, at times,
the foot of the crowsnest. The wind blew with a sonorous tone,
reminiscent of the dirges played at village funerals. And above
all the sky looked down with a gray visage, pockmarked with
black clouds.
From these, more and more frequently, lightning flashed to
better display the scene.
Flying fish swam deep, and dolphins sported not. Gulls and
terns were not to be seen.
And yet . . . .
And yet a bird flew. Battered by the wind, drenched by falling
rain, its powerful wings brought it ever closer to the ship. A
huge white bird . . . .
Demo eyes brightened. Could it be her? Here, in this dreadful
storm!
Indeed it was.
She landed beside them, assumed the form of a goddess.
"Well, uncle, you sail rough seas this day. I've come to ask of
you a favor, for I am in love and what Cupid cannot grant, the
mighty Poseidon may well provide."
"Ah, little niece, delightful to have you on board. The boy and
I were discussing some manly sport for later in the day. Perhaps
you can stay. It should be amusing."
"Come, Uncle, let us go forward to where the bow leaps from the
depths.
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