Jack London. Sea wolf (№ 294192)

Southern stars glitter on the light, astern the silvery trail
As a way to the sky.
Keel vreset the foam of the waves, the sail level wind full.
Keith crushes the sparkling waters.
Tackle Shine with dew in the morning,
The sun dries the covering boards.
Before us is a path, a path familiar to us,
- The way South, old friend, it is for us ever new!