Twas the night before leaving and on board QuickStar
The crew was all close but their minds were all far.
Resting their bodies, tucked warmly in bed,
Thoughts raced wildly through each of their heads.
Would the wind be our friend and the seas be so kind?
Would dolphins and whales be out there to find?
Would we get to Minerva and rest there a day?
Would we be safe and well as we sailed away?
But Nature delivers the Ocean at will,
She decides if it’s fierce or if it is still.
So no need to worry and fret on the sea;
The Ocean will be what the Ocean will be.
Bosun