by Richard Saare

Created on: July 08, 2008

Two ships pass in the night

A large and mysterious silhouette looms in the darkness
on the edge of the horizon, quietly the word is passed,
"All hands to action stations and brace powder and shot,
make ready for battle."

To a man it is our hope that luck is with us on this night;
for the moment we are at the advantage and darkness cloaks
our ship, the smallest sliver of moon light glow rests at the

farthest edge of the world; it threatens to betray our good
fortune, for we are far from ready to defend our good ship,
the damage and the dead are signs of our last fight.

Brave men on stout ships pass in silence on this moonless
night. Enemy or ally, no one knows for sure, but it is certain
that before the sun rises in the morning sky we will know our
fellow Brethren of the sea by its first light. My crewman's
hearts are pounding and their eyes are straining to see her
flag.

Only moments left before the sun crests in the eastern sky
and then it comes, words from across the water, "Sail Ho,
Sail off the Port Quarter, Captain she ours, she ours, we
found her Captain, we found her!"

Cries of joy and sighs of relief, alas it is our allies come
to rescue us from certain death. Tied alongside our battle
is finally over, from our decks the wounded are carried to
our savior's ship. A hearty hand clasp between our Captain's
and we cut each other loose.

Home, we are at last going home!

July 6th, 2008

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