SAILING HOME
There's a sailboat on horizon; some
schooner with a pirate flag? I'm not
exactly happy, though I' not exactly
sad. Whichever way this ends up, a
death at sea or a return to land, I'll
have to accept my God-driven hand?
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I came here for adventure, the high
and hoary sea of distant ports and
far-off calls : the grand Peking and
all those squalls. Battered but proved,
I am stronger now. Nothing can stop
me but death.
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My contract calls for 8 months more,
and then we take our cuts - I get
2 percent of ship-weight value, and
freight on board brings me 2 more.
Where oh where is that battery shore?
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