While cruising on another page, I was reminded to share the following including recommend a book and share a poem.
The ship I’ve shown here was the only survivor of nine that sailed from #Portsmouth, England.
Of the 3,000 men, only 300 survived to return home with the richest treasure ever taken at sea, ever.
My painting I’ve added here [long since sold] for you is of ‘The Last Buccaneer’.
You can find the story and painting on my web site under ‘Warships’ [https://www.frickers.co.uk/art/marine-art/war-ships/]
1740/44, HMS #Centurion made a circumnavigation that is hard to believe, wow what a film it would make…
The ship returned to Portsmouth with what is still the largest treasure ever taken at sea.
The primary sources for the painting where a truely splendid model of HMS Centurion at the National Maritime Museum, Greenwich, London and the book “Log of the Centurion” by Leo Heaps [based on and often quoting original papers] ISBN 0 246 10581 X.
In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
There young hearts sleep…beneath the wave…
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think, “He’s there.”
But you can to the ocean go…
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride…
In and out…with every tide.
And when your span of life is passed,
He’ll meet you at the “Captain’s Mast.”
And t hey who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who’ll come home no more,
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas…
For stars that shine and winds that blow
And white caps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived…they chose the sea.
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