Nothing makes the calm of the ocean turn more violent than the onset of winter. The waves, thick with slush, drive against the rocks relentlessly, piling up great rivulets of froth that runs icy blue down their faces. All my life I had dreamed of seeing such wonders and as a child I had read of pirates and ships and the roar of the great seas under their hulls.
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