on earliest shine of the morning sun at June 6th expectant hearts and excited crowds towering folded sails boxes of bland hardtack and sneaky barrels of rum visions bared, compass laid oi Oi oI OI captain hands on the wheel and whistle blew the folded sails unfurled wide seamen scramble screams goodbye to acquaintances and all the loved ones calls of the sea stir their futures blur the vessel sailed with awkward gait ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~