Vivid images jump from the page
the smell of sea, salty air
flapping of canvas
sound of shouting orders

In my minds eye
I am transported
to the cutter
each word an image

Around the horn of Africa
under evening skies
the last of the suns rays
casting cloud shadows upon the deck

The trees sway in the breeze
rustling of leaves
just audible
over the slap of waves on the hull

As I turn the page
the voyage continues
to where?
I'll have to finish reading to find out