The two small caravels are straying from their course,
the worrisome captain watches them from his foggy cabin;
caught in the horrid storm's eye he realizes how bad it's been
from the time they left shore and sailed away under golden clouds!
It's his second voyage and he didn't expect this threat,
everything went smoothly for twenty four hours,
then the wrathful sky's breath tossed clouds to beset
while splashing waves rose as high as the ships' tall masts!
A real captain must be more brave than his crew showing some doubts:
that he will pull through as he's done on many tempestuous nights
by guiding each ships until they have reached their destination,
but will they in this turbulent sea that incites a turbid emotion?
He remembers Columbus's courage and belief that all would go well,
clinging to a hope that never has failed his pursuit of realistic expectations;
and if he wants to reach land: he must not be afraid but be courageous...
believing that faith can conquer any fear when one shows a tenacious will!