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Deep ocean of azure blue

Overhead seagulls circling flew

In constant motion, heaving sides

The old merchant ship upon it rides

Rust scorched it's barnacled coat

Salt encrusted railings forever afloat

On the horizon's sinking sun's amber glow

Beckons enticingly along the flow

New moon appearing from out of the west

Silvery waves splintering against foamy crest


Figures emerging from the hold below

Peering skywards at the star studded show

Then into action to each their appointed task

Some heaving ropes, others mounting the mast

All working together to achieve one aim

To secure the sails aloft the bounteous main


A rumble of thunder and a flash lightening sound

Mountainous waves gather pace all around

Working in unison the crew now complete

All tasks meritorious as a well drilled fleet

A shout from the Captain, as the thunder roars

Urgently gesticulating "secure the oars"

Rain clashing as in sword play 

Freeze drench they stand

As they see the top sail rend


Now all secured they disappear down

Below decks they ruminate

All worrying, no sound

Then vocal in assumptions from mate to mate

Until the Captain shouts "Silence no need for this din,

I shall calculate our bearings, now where to begin?"

Spreading out his charts he clears cups for a space

Each man concentrating, deep intent on each face

"Look Captain", one points "there's the Cape of Good Hope

enough time to manoeuvre and with luck stay afloat"


The temperature plummets and the crew mill around

No warmth except mittens and blankets draped around

The storm is abating and two bells is called

As each man takes turn to pump until hauled

Buckets of water overboard they keep on

Clearing sea water over gunnels, until all is gone


Ship breaking water all in it's wake

No matter the weather only headway to make

Dolphins leaping and diving below

Thoughts turn to seamen of long ago

Royal Navy Standards, a jolly jack tar

Plotting each course by the Northern Star

Pirate vessels hoisting their skull and crossbones

Biting winds moaning and pelting hailstones

Sailing ships with elaborate sails

Above the wind, sailors hearty hales

Anchorage sought and a comfortable berth

Homeward port reached and feet on the earth.
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