Devastation--nothing more.
"Todos perdida!" kinsman wept;
Into the calm-like apathy
Of just woke wind and wave that slept
The true pescador's barcobore.
Devastation...misery.
"Todos perdida!" kinsman wept.
But the pescador, fixed was he,
And fanned aft--and forward swept;
And there! A crest! A spray at lee!