| There was a great battle at sea. One could hear nothing but the roar of the big guns. The air was filled with black smoke. The water was strewn with broken masts and pieces of timber which the cannon balls had knocked from the ships. Many ... Read more of CASABIANCA at Stories Poetry.com | InformationalPrivacy |
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