Greek Dreaming

By Robert Brown on Apr-30-2013

Soon we were running through a suffusing wide veil of mist; neither ship nor boat to be seen.

"Give way, men," whispered Starbuck, drawing still further aft the sheet of his sail; "there is time to kill a fish yet before the squall comes. There's white water again!—close to! Spring!"

Soon after, two cries in quick succession on each side of us denoted that the other boats had got fast; but hardly were they overheard, when with a lightning-like hurtling whisper Starbuck said: "Stand up!" and Queequeg, harpoon in hand, sprang to his feet.

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Roman Agora
Roman Agora
By Robert Brown
Dusk on Imerovigli (Santorini)
Dusk on Imerovigli (Santorini)
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Looking towards Fira
Looking towards Fira
By Robert Brown