Whether grey or blue skies lay overhead, the heft of the waves was always huge – sometimes rhythmic and pleasant, at others offering a waltzer of a voyage.

无顶上天空是灰色还是蓝色，海上总是波涛涌——有时海浪富有节奏感而令人愉悦，有时我就像在海浪上跳华尔兹舞。