Rough Seas

Place a pair of good eyes high, watch for distant freeze, lifelines coated with ice, sails stiff unyielding sheets. Make right, steer clear and take no chance our side berg meets, Queen beats eastward across cold and rough ocean seas. Ice floes play this rout I'm thinking - sure they don't please. Great tea merchantman ties-up soon at iron cleats. Most fleet, a new record time that far Scotia seeks. She makes way where there lies frigid prevailing breeze. Mate knows shifting box cargo's bad but pleased to see hold's shipshape and here no danger lurks close this night. Wheel's keen helmsman with eyes focused on compass face keeps close view to retain course with ship running free. Mean waves, easy as she goes, things are fine, all's right! They'll be docking in nine days if ship keeps this pace.