The Indian Ocean -Sonnetina Due

The Indian Ocean is mean and deep And careless sailing often death doth reap It’s wild and vast a lonesome place to be Needing to ply these waters has no glee Angry relentless waves tall meters high And troughs below seem to hide sails from sky There’s no release from swirling spay and foam Steersman needs lion’s heart to bring us home Course is set by compass, not by sextant Person who sent us here has a hellish bent.