Java Isle- Canzonetta Prime

When sky is grey and east is clouded high with ever coming stiffer breeze give mind to take in sails and make things right with try to keep bow pointed straight toward great swells kind. Then we were close off coast of Java Isle and she was pitching like oft one does find in seas of vast strong blows, Neptune’s sour bile, yet seen the harbor’s entrance plainly lined. Give me to scold a pint of ale for safe moor tie where we now wait on Captain’s mind to pay for Java’s tea that doesn’t chafe and stow below the crates that he has signed. Now I’ve done my watch making tea is fine all secured by strong lines that yea do bind their cleats with bowline ties a careful sign, this given order be on Captain’s mind. Near tea sheds, along street where a man fights for business during day hours, Kelna keeps a saloon facing ocean’s harbor lights. Above the place a bare room where he sleeps. The Javanese locks saloon’s street door close at night just before time when morning creeps, that being time to leave for night’s friends, foes. This know, a business record Kelna keeps. Thought I’d have noggin right of Kelna’s ale, it being rain and heat this Java night. Can’t say for sure why Sooling like this sail, but she came close to me with smile just right, her eyes black like two crow wings flying near, hips swaying time to music quite a sight. Took Sooling by the hand finding table rear, where we sat talking ending Java night. Now I walked Sooling close to my ship, Gale, ship’s grace well hidden by a moonless night, a fetching dame beating the seas in sail, full blown whose shape was a breath taking sight. Near Sooling’s tea keep’s old shed where she made her wage for keeping a bamboo hut site, on finger prized possession piece of jade, saw we hut’s gain at breaking morning light.