“Sea-beauty! stretch’d and basking!
One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce,
steamers, sails,
And one the Atlantic’s wind caressing, fierce or gentle--mighty hulls
dark-gliding in the distance.
Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water--healthy air and soil!
Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine!”
-Walt Whitman, “Paumanok” from Leaves of Grass
Chapter 1: "Talk of the Begi. . .
Sorry friends, I forgot to put in the prologue. So there it is! I also felt chapter 1 ran to long, So I broke in two. I re-posted what was there before with the new chapter numbering. Enjoy.