February 16, Day 8 | A Rhyming Log
The ocean roared, the waves stood tall,
A feisty dance—she gave her all.
The deck walks endless, yet turned out fine,
No mishaps struck our careful line.
The fuse gave out, the power waned,
But soon was fixed—our mood regained.
With Captain Erik at the helm,
And Mate Tim guiding through the realm,
Great teamwork kept us swift and strong,
Through seas that tossed us all day long.
The meals divine, a gourmet treat,
A welcome break from rolling feet.
Yet sweets run low—our stash is bare,
So rations now are strict and rare.
The doc stays busy, patching skin,
For tiny wounds the waves bring in.
Still, spirits soar, the laughter stays,
Through vast blue swells and shifting days.
Though ocean wild, our course is true,
With courage high, we push on through!
- ADRIENNE Crew
The ocean roared, the waves stood tall,
A feisty dance—she gave her all.
The deck walks endless, yet turned out fine,
No mishaps struck our careful line.
The fuse gave out, the power waned,
But soon was fixed—our mood regained.
With Captain Erik at the helm,
And Mate Tim guiding through the realm,
Great teamwork kept us swift and strong,
Through seas that tossed us all day long.
The meals divine, a gourmet treat,
A welcome break from rolling feet.
Yet sweets run low—our stash is bare,
So rations now are strict and rare.
The doc stays busy, patching skin,
For tiny wounds the waves bring in.
Still, spirits soar, the laughter stays,
Through vast blue swells and shifting days.
Though ocean wild, our course is true,
With courage high, we push on through!
- ADRIENNE Crew
crew@59-north.com
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