{"id":"01KG8AKV2YF6ZEHFNWK9EJJCNC","cid":"bafkreiej5jhbxqg4wjdhdbyznnyhxc3ov6u5wrwv5omoxvqxd6vojdw3se","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2552,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.838Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":2485,"text":"CHAPTER XIII.\r\nHE HAS A FINE DAY AT SEA, BEGINS TO LIKE IT; BUT CHANGES HIS MIND\r\n\r\n\r\nThe second day out of port, the decks being washed down and breakfast\r\nover, the watch was called, and the mate set us to work.\r\n\r\nIt was a very bright day. The sky and water were both of the same deep\r\nhue; and the air felt warm and sunny; so that we threw off our jackets.\r\nI could hardly believe that I was sailing in the same ship I had been\r\nin during the night, when every thing had been so lonely and dim; and I\r\ncould hardly imagine that this was the same ocean, now so beautiful and\r\nblue, that during part of the night-watch had rolled along so black and\r\nforbidding.\r\n\r\nThere were little traces of sunny clouds all over the heavens; and\r\nlittle fleeces of foam all over the sea; and the ship made a strange,\r\nmusical noise under her bows, as she glided along, with her sails all\r\nstill. It seemed a pity to go to work at such a time; and if we could\r\nonly have sat in the windlass again; or if they would have let me go\r\nout on the bowsprit, and lay down between the _manropes_ there, and\r\nlook over at the fish in the water, and think of home, I should have\r\nbeen almost happy for a time.\r\n\r\nI had now completely got over my sea-sickness, and felt very well; at\r\nleast in my body, though my heart was far from feeling right; so that I\r\ncould now look around me, and make observations.\r\n\r\nAnd truly, though we were at sea, there was much to behold and wonder\r\nat; to me, who was on my first voyage. What most amazed me was the\r\nsight of the great ocean itself, for we were out of sight of land. All\r\nround us, on both sides of the ship, ahead and astern, nothing was to\r\nbe seen but water—water—water; not a single glimpse of green shore, not\r\nthe smallest island, or speck of moss any where. Never did I realize\r\ntill now what the ocean was: how grand and majestic, how solitary, and\r\nboundless, and beautiful and blue; for that day it gave no tokens of\r\nsqualls or hurricanes, such as I had heard my father tell of; nor could\r\nI imagine, how any thing that seemed so playful and placid, could be\r\nlashed into rage, and troubled into rolling avalanches of foam, and\r\ngreat cascades of waves, such as I saw in the end.\r\n\r\nAs I looked at it so mild and sunny, I could not help calling to mind\r\nmy little brother’s face, when he was sleeping an infant in the cradle.\r\nIt had just such a happy, careless, innocent look; and every happy\r\nlittle wave seemed gamboling about like a thoughtless little kid in a\r\npasture; and seemed to look up in your face as it passed, as if it\r\nwanted to be patted and caressed. They seemed all live things with\r\nhearts in them, that could feel; and I almost felt grieved, as we\r\nsailed in among them, scattering them under our broad bows in\r\nsun-flakes, and riding over them like a great elephant among lambs. But\r\nwhat seemed perhaps the most strange to me of all, was a certain\r\nwonderful rising and falling of the sea; I do not mean the waves\r\nthemselves, but a sort of wide heaving and swelling and sinking all\r\nover the ocean. It was something I can not very well describe; but I\r\nknow very well what it was, and how it affected me. It made me almost\r\ndizzy to look at it; and yet I could not keep my eyes off it, it seemed\r\nso passing strange and wonderful.\r\n\r\nI felt as if in a dream all the time; and when I could shut the ship\r\nout, almost thought I was in some new, fairy world, and expected to\r\nhear myself called to, out of the clear blue air, or from the depths of\r\nthe deep blue sea. But I did not have much leisure to indulge in such\r\nthoughts; for the men were now getting some _stun’-sails_ ready to\r\nhoist aloft, as the wind was getting fairer and fairer for us; and\r\nthese stun’-sails are light canvas which are spread at such times, away\r\nout beyond the ends of the yards, where they overhang the wide water,\r\nlike the wings of a great bird.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJQ10MVYCHA419N8ERY5B","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKV2V58V9ZYXZD1FB8B4K","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:17.502Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:26.048Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}