Спустя 6 лет вспомнилось это творение... сегодня самому не верится, что я мог такое написать. Released of ties and left to float, The ship of thousand much aboard Unlike the neighbour kins whose prosper grew, The waves embraced the dwindling crew. The Caps abandoned burden-wheel, Horizons grew tenfold concealed; Four days, four weeks, four years, seems, They roamed towards unfathomed seas. Then suddenly ,as beast unleased, The tempest rose as many wished; How odd of man to wish what him Might ruin back to what he'd been. Engulfed by storm, by rage unseen, The vessel swayed two days like tin. How weak it was, of powers drained, But it survived and strength regained The gusts dissolved revealing light, Expired this nocturnal fight; A thousand-crew that marched before Adopted new, three hundred more. They were the same, courageous team, Whose man-of-war once met a reef; Though many fled, not less remained To prove the fame which they retained. The fame of being all aboard, Most cunning flagman, not a boat; That fame widespread recalled back those Who had far more unfulfilled goals. When storm passed by and billows fell, The Captain rang assembling bell, A paper of an ancient script Lied on the deck in cluster gripped. As Cap deciphered clumsy signs He read aloud ancient lines; The swarm exclaimed : "But what it meant ?!"- "2009 miles lay ahead" * мотр. http://forum.motr-online.com/viewtopic.php?p=1904009&sid=1d5db1d841447734c0ec5d0134e4c4dd#p1904009
