storm-battling

Updated: May 27, 2025

This sad and solitary ocean, gray and cold, is the end of all things, the falling-off place where all things cease. Only it grows colder, and grayer, and penguins cry in the night, and huge amphibians moan and slubber, and great albatrosses, gray with storm-battling of the Horn, wheel and veer. "Land ho!" was the cry yesterday morning.

Jack London - The Mutiny of the Elsinore