In A Latitude Of Temperance (The Adventures Of Ichabod Temperance Book 5) - Plot & Excerpts
Our dark ship rises and falls again and again, and again, in a violent pounding of the reckless, struggling, seas. Angry winds drive the ‘Stoker’ through turbulent and furious waters that would deny our voyage. The sharp point of our prow sinks deeply into the waiting swells to cleave the heaving oceans with its potent thrusts. Shuddering pulsations run through this vessel as she succumbs to the might of the men that possess her. In a massive release, great flumes of showering spray leap from the rising bow mast to anoint us in the moist, churning baptism. Mountainous waves surround us in this Ocean gone mad as we mount to the sky and are inexorably carried into a shadowy oblivion. By day, however, all goes into remission. The ocean’s fury subsides into a listless, and flaccid calm. The black sails of this craft hang in limp, impotent sags. The undeniable turn of the paddles slips into submissive unconsciousness. Where in darkness, the furnaces roar with insistence, the boilers swell and strain with anticipated release, and the entire ship throbs with the engines’ desire, in the light of the sun, they are as passive, and unresponsive as the satiated lovers of my endless, romantic conquests.
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