Andhelaunchedashipofsilvermail，Withfiftyladstohoistthesail，Andtwentywisealltonguestheyknew，AndAflatun，andAristu。
TherehadnotdawnedtheseconddayButtheglitteringgalleonsailedaway，AndthroughthenightlikeonegreatbellThemarshalledarmiessangfarewell。
IntwentydaysthesilvershipHadpassedtheIsleofSerendip，AndmadetheflatArauniancoastsInhabited，atnoon，byGhosts。
InthirtydaystheshipwasfarBeyondthelandofCalcobar，WheremendrinkDeadMen\'sBloodforwine，Anddyetheirbeardsalizarine。
ButonthehundredthdaytherecameStormwithhiswindywingsaflame，AnddravethemouttothatLoneSeaWhoseshoresarenearEternity。