The Cyclades come slowly as we motor Sicily's North shore- May 17 6pm

TO HOMER
By John Keats

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,

   Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,

As one who sits ashore and longs perchance

   To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.

So thou wast blind;—but then the veil was rent,

   For Jove uncurtain'd Heaven to let thee live,

And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,

   And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;

Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,

   And precipices show untrodden green,

There is a budding morrow in midnight,

   There is a triple sight in blindness keen;

Such seeing hadst thou, as it once befel

To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.

Anna chose this Keats poem.  It's a little early to post it but I liked it so well that I couldn't resist.  We now are on a course direct to Greece.  (Later the plan is change and we learn we will anchor in the Straits.) It will take until Tuesday mid-day to cross so no cellular or wifi until then.

We saw a floating bale wrapped in black plastic with straps and a radio antenna float by.  Both Anna and Eric thought it was drugs.  Later that same night we came across a very large ship with no IES (identifying signal) and as we neared the vessel, they turned off their lights and thus disappeared completely.  Another suspected drug shipment.  Later in the day a military helicopter flew low over us

Under power, we head toward the Messina Straits.