A soft breeze, scented with honey and cinnamon, wafted them on their way.
The pirates saw hillsides of flowers that rose up fluttering in the air as the
ship passed, and that turned out to be butterflies after all. They saw forests
of blossoming trees darting with hummingbirds. Strange blue seaweeds washed out
from the rocks as the sea breathed, and in and out of it played little schools
of gold and silver fish.
"Really, Captain," said Winkle, tottering to the side and peering over
with great interest. "Looking at them little fishes you'd swear Humbert
Cash-Cash hisself had been emptying his money box into the sea."
"No poetry from cabin boys!" said Captain Wafer sternly, but he couldn't
help being moved by the old man's imagination.
- Margaret Mahy, The Pirates' Mixed-Up Voyage.
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