And so Algy paddled away into the sunset, in search of a gently sloping sandy beach which would provide a soft, safe landing place. As he paddled, he thought of some lines from a famous poem by Tennyson:
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles
[Algy is quoting part of the poem Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]