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Under headdresses linen, all crossing their arms
Dressed in coarse wool or thin percale
women kneeling on the rock of the hold
look at the ocean launder Ile de Batz.

men, fathers, son, husbands, lovers, there
With those Paimpol Audierne and Cancale
Northbound left for the distant call,
What hardy fishermen who will not come back!

Above the murmur of the sea and coasts,
A plaintive song rises, citing high voices
L'Etoile holy hope sailors at risk.

And Angelus all these fronts curving black tan,
Owl Roscoff to those of Sibiril
flies away, tinkle and dies in the sky pink and pale.

Jose-Maria de Heredia
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Thunder sea

August 10, 2006, Beaufort wind force 9, heading South after Sanguinaires Islands.

Having slumped while, so I went right to the wind. The machine was rather weak, poorly cooled. The boat gave the impression of having 30 ° pitch. We first had to save the dishes ! We released the harness of the crew; fitting and rigging have been difficult. Fortunately Navy was there! Please note, lifelines do not put on chains ...

I turned to Father Pierre-Etienne (PPE):
me: "We sing ? "
EPP " What? "
me: "What are your works beautiful! "
EPP" OK! "

Lightning nearby boat were incredibly beautiful. As an engineer I was surprised they did not mark the water surface. Gave us the cold shaky.

I call on the VHF the semaphore nearby:
me: "When the storm stops ? "
semaphore: "In a moment ! "
me: ".. ".

I say inwardly:" It is 2 miles from the coast and you see nothing. In one mile 1 / 2 I put myself on the run. " And during that time, it sang, aboard "All your works are beautiful!". PPE was hilarious, he does not realize the situation.