The captain found the ship yare, still strong,
Amidst the choppy waves, harsh, long,
His heart, a tempered steel, now light,
The tempest roared, but held no fright.
The bow cut through the frothy crest,
A beast, untamed, yet at its best,
The night was deep, the stars concealed,
A shadowed dance, the sea revealed.
He breathed the salt, the briny air,
With eyes that knew the ocean\'s stare,
His hands, the helm, with steady grace,
The storm would pass, this was his place.
The ship, a mirror to his soul,
A tale of storms and hearts made whole.