Avast ye sailors on the Kestrel Ketch; take heed, for the Ocean is a jealous woman
Her salt-seared love demands your pledge; all inclusive breakers luring heart and soul
She’ll let you ride her pounding waves, but don’t ever seek to tame her
Meek and gentle mistress for the given moment, swift becomes the hurricane activator
Blowing storm of the century hellion, torrential typhoon set to rock and roll

Whilst you can only skim her surface, abyssal passions feed ambrosia’s shifting sand
She hounds you like a mermaid siren, your sense of duty highly dulled
Deep emotions flow invisible; her bottomless chasm can’t be filled
By gold doubloons or silver service, her endless needs go unfulfilled
She pressures Davy Jones to gather to her bosom, another seaman’s weathered skull

Watery grave collection of white-washed polished bones; dead reckoning acquisition
So sing to her of dreadnought battleships; single-masted cutters and whalers on the sea
Rummer’s toasts, sweet accolades; trade-wind recognition howls her cyclone apocalypse
Her foaming spray adhering to your bearded face and calloused fingertips
She’s the one who births you into life; you must pay your fleeting dues accordingly

By setting sail upon the seven oceans and all the lesser seas; you sextant your position
Navigate around the world by latitude and longitude; pray that heavenly stars will guide
Your unanchored home of sturdy planks and billowed sails that obey the Ocean’s whimsy
Being deemed as mortal beings, set adrift on tidal currents by your own accountability
Proud mariners on an outbound voyage; your destiny is the journey, at sea or harbor-side