The Bottom of the World

At around six-thirty the next morning I woke up to the pitching and the creaking of the ship. We parted our stateroom curtains to reveal a dark, greenish-brownish mass of rock slide past us. Right on schedule, the ship was creeping toward the southernmost part of our journey, indeed the southernmost part of the world save for Antarctica: Cape Horn.

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