This story has excellent narration. The opening is strong.

There is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not.

I do wish he had outwitted the creature somehow, but in some ways it's humorous that in spite of having the right instincts, he ignored them and lost his boat.

Poseidon, who never sleeps by the way.

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