Breskens
Behold, O Muse, the fair town of Breskens in the lowlands of the Netherlands—a pleasant place by the sea where mortals make their homes. There one may watch the truly great ships heading for Rotterdam, those leviathans of the deep that ply the waters as the whales of Poseidon's realm ply the wine-dark sea. In the month of June, when summer's warmth had arrived in the year two thousand and eighteen.