Fjord, Norway, Captain
Standing on the deck in the cold of the night, I could
distinguish lights some distance away on both sides of the
ship. It was clear we were in a kind of channel. Another
passenger said it was a Norwegian fjord. How he could
tell, I didn't know, because it was pretty dark out there.
But one thing, was very clear. The captain of our ship, for
all his golden buttons and stripes, must have got lost
because he was supposed to find Denmark. Columbus
could have done better. I stood there in the dark and
thought about the matter for awhile. Maybe someone
should speak to the captain. Maybe we could give up
searching and head back to New York.
"From Junction City To Denmark,"
The Bridge: Vol. 19
, Article 6.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/thebridge/vol19/iss2/6