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High atop a rolling swell I scan the scene around me.

Infinite ocean in all directions is all that I can see.


Knowing that I am truly lost, I gaze into the deep.

Abyssal plain, miles below, wants my bones to keep.

Resolved, as I am, to save myself, my position I seek to know.

Astrolabe and sextant may tell the direction in which I must go.


Zone of heat is all I know of where my ship has sunk.

Only a lifeboat is now my ship, a wooden plank my bunk.

Rowing when I can, from my fate I try to flee.

"Eternal Father, Strong to save...", I chant the hymn of the sea.

Land is all I truly crave, however barren it may be.


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