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I stood on the upper deck.

The spires and domes of the city faded on my sight till all merged into a gray smoky patch on the horizon.

With a dead cigar clenched between my teeth I watched and watched with a callous air, as though there had been no wrench, as though I had not left behind all I loved in the world.

And yet I gazed, the keen salt air singing past my ears, till there was nothing but the sea as far as the eye could scan.
Thus I began the quest of the elusive, which is a little of love, a little of adventure, and a little of all things..