Dreamers Rise

The city is behind me. In daylight, with no lights visible, the wind and the breakers cutting off all sound, one might think it uninhabited,...

When I was growing up there was a commercial artist in our neighborhood named Gordon Johnson, whose specialty was paintings for advertising ...

Brad Fox, paraphrasing William Beebe's "final, disorganized notes on marine subjects," here describing the fate of shipwrec...

The narrator of this novel by the elusive writer who called himself B. Traven is one Gerard Gales, an American seaman who oversleeps while ...

The tackle creaks as the net is pulled in. On the lantern-lit deck the crew plant their feet and strain at the rope. Spilled out on the b...

W. Jeffrey Bolster: Able-bodied seamen versed in “the Mariner’s art” were admittedly a minority among black seamen; but men like Daniel W...

In the eleventh chapter of Jules Verne's Vingt mille lieues sous les mers , the narrator, the noted natural historian Professor Pierre A...

They emerged from the forest footsore, hungry, their panting dogs at their heels. Somewhere at their backs — a few hours, a day at most — th...

A number of years ago, before the harbor was dredged and deepened and the entire surrounding district modernized to accommodate container sh...

She is, he thinks, as beautiful a girl as he has ever seen. She is studying the cello and he -- without great conviction -- environmental sc...

The boats are returning to the harbor now, one by one, the reflection of their torches flaring across the water in the last moments of twili...

One warm August night, unable to remain asleep, I rose, dressed, and went outside, hoping that a walk by the water's edge would help cal...