Directly south of the Bermuda High is an area of calms still known as the Horse Latitudes. Horses are thirsty creatures. According to lore, if a west-bound transport ship cut the corner of the Bermuda High too closely, they’d be becalmed. The men would immediately be put on half water rations, so the parched cargo would survive. But if the horses began to die, the remaining ones would have to be run off the deck by the weak, weary crew. Horses can swim for a long time. Horses can suffer for a long time. They can also scream and whinny and foam at the mouth for a long, long time. Even worse, they’d try to clamber back aboard, hoofs frantically clawing on the hot, swelling, sun-bleached topsides. Meanwhile, the ships were unable to sail away for want of breeze. It was madness, pure madness, which caused more than one ol’ salt to slip his hawser and go insane.