Autobiography

I became one of the stately homos of England.

I saw a fleet of fishing boats…. I flew down almost touching the craft and yelled at them, asking if I was on the right road to Ireland.They just stared. Maybe they didn’t hear me. Maybe I didn’t hear them. Or maybe they thought I was just a crazy fool. An hour later I saw land.

We (that’s my ship and I) took off rather suddenly. We had a report somewhere around 4 o’clock in the afternoon before that the weather would be fine, so we thought we would try it.