Far from Nantucket

In the serene weather of the tropics it is exceedingly pleasant—the mast-head;
nay, to a dreamy meditative man it is delightful. There you stand, a hundred feet
above the silent decks, striding along the deep, as if the masts were gigantic stilts,
while beneath you and between your legs, as it were, swim the hugest monsters
of the sea, even as ships once sailed between the boots of the famous Colossus
at old Rhodes.
Herman Melville - Moby-Dick
illustration: Far from Nantucket by Terry Fan