Final Bearing
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it. Beware of me, it says, but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it. Beware of me, it says, but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.