I am the Captain
of what you might ask.
Am I a has been
or do I serve a task?
Oh, I sail now and then,
drank rum from the cask.
I'm now beached on the hard,
dreaming of visits to ports,
from the sea I'm barred
and off even keel of sorts.
My helm locked and marred
as my body grows warts.
When next comes Spring,
heaven will rain my mana
and sea song I will sing,
while keeping beat with a banana.
The ships bell will again ring
at launch time for the Manana.
Cast the lines - raise the sails,
chart a course for any place.
Rig the ship for mighty gales,
take all storms right in my face.
Fear not what make good sea tales,
Captain again - gleams on my face.
Got an e-mail today from Dan the Boatman over at Vinette Boatworks in Escanaba, Michigan where our sailboat has be torn apart and is now being put back together. Have not heard much all winter but they must be coming out of hibernation over there and ready to Get 'er Done! This is supposed to be the year we get the Manana back in the water and have her ship shape for the boating season. These guys have done a great job and for those that saw the boat when we got it, they will not know it is the same boat. Now it seems like we are about to have a new baby and we are standing by waiting for the arrival.
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Your First Mate is ready Cap't!
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