Calm . Anchored by sea , low on provision . Indifferent placid waters , inescapable heat . Rumor of cannibalism on board . Our penance for wickedness , gluttony and vanity .. The Horses thrown overboard at noon !  In spite of travail , military bearing of crew has solidified ! The confusion , fear and cries of their sacrifice failed to remove the firm countenance of weathered , battle hardened sailor ! The sea shall return her dead one day as told in Scripture just as the the westerlies have returned to guide our party home . Georgia's continuous coastal breeze haunts my mind , work and at rest , painfully filled with the cry of the Horses !