quocumque aspicio, nihil est, nisi pontus et aer, fluctibus hic tumidus, nubibus ille minax. inter utrumque fremunt inmani murmure venti.
Wherever I gaze there is naught but sea and air'sea swollen with billows, air athreat with clouds; and between are the hum and roar of the cruel winds.
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