Sails snapWinches grind and scream
Lines tighten, commands bellowed
Cut across the rolling sea
From afar the sailors appear
As specks of sand
Blown about by the whims of the
Statue of a man astern
Some know where to stand
Others continue to bounce aimlessly
He orders again, and the bow cuts
Across the gusting wind
The boom swings across the crowded hull
Heads duck for dear life
She slices through one wave, two
The statue smiles, knowing victory lies near.
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