The Captain’s Speech
A poetic interpretation of Kapitan
Rick’s advice. I beg the Reader allowance for artistic license.
A fine
statesmith is the Ocean, my crew,
my friends to
whom I show all my art and
knowledge,
still yet increasing after decades
on the waters.
We cross on our track wide
and strange
kingdoms that gyres cut and shape.
These are moved
in million year march, like
the masses of
land, by deep water that last
saw day a
thousand years ago. Our craft
will tread
through stellar splendor, like the
ships that dip
their wings high above the airs
of heaven, but
only if we work as one selflessly.
Beware of the Sword
of Neptune, not the mere
lead by
coward’s hand fired into you - the
sea still coats
my eye in tear, in dread awe
and dread fear.
But you shall yield it well
and avoid its
heavy blow – I will let you not
be dispatched
without a fight that sets highest
price for
breath of man on Earth. Here but
two factions,
two borders divide the affairs
of men, life
and death, and you shall be the
third division to
exalt one and fight the other,
till you reach
refined perfection in sight of God
and fellow
mate. Here is the home of water
and fire, here empires
were won and lost in
single day. Yet
the sea remains as kingdom boundless,
resisting the
borders of men.
Remember,
I am second
after God. the Master of the Sea,
but I am on
constant vigil, just as Jesus is.
I am here to
live and dine with you, to taste
the best spices
in the world: true hunger
and generosity.
Remember, I have chosen
you, not you
me, and I trust you with my life.
Live and write
furiously, for should even all gale
press upon the
sails, the gates of hell will not prevail
against this
blessed piece of heaven, worthy as she is.
My ship is
yours, the boundless ocean your abode.
Be not afraid,
and take the helm: guide her home.
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