The Phaeacian Fleet [TPF.]

<font size="12" color="#bfffffff"><i>The ship bounded forward on her way as a four in hand chariot flies over the course when the horses feel the whip. Her prow curvetted as it were the neck of a stallion, and a great wave of dark blue water seethed in her wake. She held steadily on her course, and even a falcon, swiftest of all birds, could not have kept pace with her.</i><br><br>Join our public channel: </font><font size="12" color="#ff6868e1"><a href="joinChannel:-58705474//None//None">CLUB-MED</a></font><font size="12" color="#bfffffff"> </font>