The Further They Sailed, the Less They Spoke

A Children's Book Recounts the Mystical Journey

Every day and every hour the light became more brilliant and still they could bear it. No one ate or slept and no one wanted to, but they drew buckets of dazzling water from the sea, stronger than wine and somehow wetter, more liquid, than ordinary water, and pledged one another silently in deep drafts of it… Everyone on board was filled with joy and ex…