The masts fell just before daybreak, and for a moment there was a burst and turmoil of sparks that seemed to fill with flying fire the night patient and watchful, the vast night lying silent upon the sea. At daylight she was only a charred shell, floating still under a cloud of smoke and bearing a glowing mass of coal within.
Excerpt from Youth by Joseph Conrad
Photos taken this month at Nuit Marine - Locquirec Brittany .... where I live ....
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