I'M Coming Back To You Sooling

I'm coming back to you, Sooling. I'm on my way. Hear the sheets flapping in the gallants and royals. The spray is wet upon my cheeks and in my beard. Soon we anchor at Lahaina in the Sandwich Islands where we take on supplies and refit the ship. There's a right smart breeze this morn and we sail before it. The sky is red and the sea seems to take on its color in places. There are whitecaps and each one by the boards only means that I'm that much closer to you. My Sooling, my Sooling. I love you so and that English town I left behind was so cold and foggy. Sooling ---- I want to hold you again in my arms and kiss your soft lips beneath a beautiful South Sea sky within the gentle darkness of you bamboo home. I want to hear you say, " My Jack, I love you." Scallywag stays but a short time in Lahaina. I'm coming back to you my Sooling.