The canvas is vast, deep, and blue
Often the same, but often brand new
Cool air broken by warm ocean spray
A wild chariot, a runaway sleigh
The rhythm is rife with motion and sway
At times there is business at times there is play
Battering through the deep gray field
Until the destination she will not yield
Progress is measured by each earned knot
Dinner consists of cans in a pot
Often things work, sometimes they break
When captains up the mast, care we must take
The watch is side, fore, and hind
The elements are always on the mind
A crew of souls on a journey so rare
The objects are different but the vessel they share
When the anchor drops the drinks flow
These sailors can put on quite a show
Cruising the anchorage like goons in the night
Giving the Frenchies quite a fright
In Rodrigues our paths will split
But it’s been a journey we will not soon forget