The Glass Sea Mountain

I set sail from the wooden bookshelf ledge and made landfall across a vast, polished coffee table! Looming right in my path was an enormous, translucent monolith—a tall drinking glass half-filled with clear water. I prodded its glossy side with my wooden cutlass, and it made a bright, resonant ring like a ship's bell! Straining upward on my tiptoes, I peered right through the curved glass; my sword tip reflected back twice as wide, shimmering like enchanted sunken treasure. What a glorious discovery for any brave sailor!