But the world is green to-day.
You remember a certain night last March--off Cape Orso in the gulf, when the wind they call the Punti di Salerno was raging down and you had a jib bent for a mainsail, and your foresail close reefed and were shipping more green water than you like to think of.

Pitch dark, too, and the little lighthouse on the cape not doing its best, as it seemed.
The long line of the Salerno lights on the weather bow.

No getting there, either, and no getting anywhere else apparently.

Then you tried your luck.

Amalfi might not be blowing.