I Once Knew A Writer Who, After

I Was Born In The Breezes, And I Had Studied The Sea As Perhaps Few Men Have Studied It, Neglecting All Else.

Nothing Escapes The Vigilance Of The New South Wales Police; Their Reputation Is Known The World Over.

Anyhow, A Philosophical Turn Of Thought Now Was Not Amiss, Else One's Patience Would Have Given Out Almost At The Harbour Entrance. The Term Of Her Probation Was Eight Days.

On This Day There Was Soon Wind Enough And To Spare. The Same Might Have Been Said Of The Sea. The Spray Was In The Midst Of The Turbulent Gulf Stream Itself. She Was Jumping Like A Porpoise Over The Uneasy Waves

And Now, Without Having Wearied My Friends, I Hope, With Detailed Scientific Accounts, Theories, Or Deductions, I Will Only Say That I Have Endeavoured To Tell Just The Story Of The Adventure Itself.