Let three men set out in a boat from Ireland and the consequences are their own. Let the three whirl a propeller in the dim mist of an Irish morning, eat nibbly breakfasts, wave carefully courageous goodbyes and set off into the West as though frightened by the rising sun, and the wheels of the world are set churning with their own.
Hope, adventure, romance, work, love & hate, tragedy follow in the trail of their wake. The effect of their flight is felt in the farthest corners of civilization. To some it brings fame...
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