We reached an island with unsown, unplowed, earth that teems with all they need, wheat, barley and vines, swelled by the rains of Zeus to yield a big full-bodied wine from clustered grapes. We assumed that there were no inhabitants of the island, and concluded it was safe to remain here.
The level island stretched flat across the harbor, close to a woods full of wild goats. You know we ate well tonight!!
I continued to be astonished by how fertile the land was. The land's clear for plowing. Harvest on harvest, a man could reap a healthy stand of grain - the subsoil's dark and rich. Maybe we should spend extra time on this island...
As night approached, a thick fog swirled around the ships, the moon wrapped in clouds and not a glimmer stealing through that gloom.
Beaching our vessels smoothly, striking sail, the crews swung out on the low shelving sand and there we fell asleep, awaiting Dawn's first light.
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