Sailors line up on the pier crying mothers put smiles on their faces but truly they are filled with fear.
Pacing feet march up the ramp captain shouts his orders waving to their families across the great ships borders.
Thunder rolls and lightning crackles towering waves three storeys high water released from its shackles.
‘’land ahoy’’ Comes the longed-for cry Of hope and sandy shore But stranded out there in raging seas The good ship is no-more.