Captain Nemo charts the sea Inside his silver fish. There’s none can tell where he may be, Yet many of us wish To leave our lives behind and sail, As members of his crew To seek the silkie and the whale, At least we think we do. The skies are dark, the wind is keen, The waves are never still, But Captain Nemo’s submarine Obeys his iron will, To boldly go and boldly go And boldly go again To lands that auks and griffins know Beyond the haunts of men. Subscribe to Quadrant magazine here…