Can you imagine what it is to cross an ocean?

Can you imagine what it is to cross an ocean? For weeks you see nothing but the horizon. Perfect, and empty. You live in the grip of fear – fear of storms, fear of sickness on board, fear of the immensity. So you must drive your fear down, deep into your belly, and study your charts, and watch your compass, and pray for a fair wind and hope. Pure, naked, fragile, hope. At first it’s no more than a haze on the horizon. So you watch, you watch. Then it’s a smudge, a shadow on the far water. For a day, for another day, the stain slowly spreads along the horizon, taking form – until on the third day you let yourself believe. You dare to whisper the word – land! Land. Life. Resurrection. The true adventure. Coming out of the vast unknown, out of the immensity, into new life. And that your Majesty is The New World.