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softly there
brace 'er round
no bottom on this line, sir
pipe to dinner
beat
to quarters
light braids and dark skin
bare feet
patter
loose the mains'l
aye aye, sir

tall, straight, scarred
proud
hat athwart-ships
ever moving, never moved
golden wings
clipped
free
yes, sir

and a half eight
let go the anchor and
take in the mains'l
aye aye, sir

frantic
panicked
impossibly busy
spars, spars everywhere and nothing
to hoist
the casks are split
deep green water
all the meat, gone
weevils won't touch the hard-tack
and the yard
is empty
indeed, sir

ashore now
laden pockets
a bottle of wine
a compliment
a cocked ear
a bow
a smile
(lee side, if you please)
and aboard
aye aye, sir

empty belly
empty hold
away
she's a trifle unwieldy, sir

rolling, swinging, singing, sighing
dying
hauling, sweating, breathing
bleeding
holy bible and
articles of war
halve the rations
aye aye, sir

rolling thunder
lightning steam
a breath of air and
rain cascading down the sails
isn't it wonderful, sir?

stow those forward
and those there, aft
take the chest to the doctor
manila line -
we're twenty yards short
ask the yard for more
fresh roast and beer for all hands tonight
aye aye, sir

clear skies, fair breeze
a call from the masthead
evening
roast beef of old england
night
stars are hiding
moon is sleeping
wind is rising, and
glass is falling
squalls
reef the mains'l, haul in the topgallants
another reef
thunder that isn't thunder
sea anchor
alive with topmen
cast it loose
port your helm
port your helm
hard a-lee
rudder doesn't bite, sir

(sunshine)
(green fields)
(crisp air)
(well-known cards)
(open door)
(envelope)
(orders)
(aye aye, sir)

black
cold
friendless
injured
tossed
a toy
we'll never make ushant on this tack
steady your helm
sick
and frightened
breakers ahead
mizzenmast falls
whipped around
listing
righting
and free
limping now
fighting
black cliffs looming
towering
threatening
main fores'l rips
scraps of number one sailcloth
handkerchiefs?
looming
towering
threatening
approaching
sir...