And he steered for the open sea.
“Oh father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh, say, what may it be?”
“Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea.”
“O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh, say, what may it be?”
But the father answered never a word—
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,