Not a move is made in futile posture.
Eyes closed and arms free,
None are in regret…
One and many voyages were worth it.
We wait for the end…
Let’s close this chapter.

Mother’s daughter: let’s call her Pat…
Falls and curves to a dangerous degree
falling fast but, oh saviour!
All water sucked into Pat’s all,
into her gravitational pull…
Except for a brave wave
forcing in the opposite direction,
Pat’s little sister Lucile enters:

Lucile grabs hold of the Warwick
Lurching forward in a great rush,
“Where has this great wind come from?”
Just as Pat falls her great body
plunging into herself causing a great rush,
This moment is what these men will feel once
and never again.

BOOM! An upward surge of energy,
Pat rides with Lucile and the ship catches air…
Timeless, a ghost ship flies in the air…
As if the world has stopped completely.
A venomous rush pulses in the hearts and veins…
Explodes in all the men’s brains.
This moment will never fade.