The Vessel forsook the land of the Danes, Moved out to stir the deep water. Then at the mast the sail was made fast by a rope A fine sea-dress; the water-borne timbers creaked The wind over the billows did not hinder the wave-floater from its journey The sea-traveller advanced, floated foamy-necked over the waves The clamped prow over the ocean currents, until they could descry the Geatish cliffs Driven by the breeze, the craft pressed forwards, grounded on land. - Beowulf
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