Often, as I still lay at the bottom and kept no more than an eye above the gunwale, I would see a big blue summit heaving close above me; yet the coracle would but bounce a little, dance as if on springs, and subside on the other side into the trough as lightly as a bird.
我躺在船底,只把眼睛露出船舷,常看见巨大的蓝色浪峰在近处高高隆起;可小皮船只轻轻一弹,像装了弹簧般跳跃,又如鸟儿一样轻巧地落入另一侧的浪谷。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Treasure Island · XXIV · The Cruise of the Coracle —