"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain


>> Tuesday, May 22, 2012

By Claire, Elizabeth, and Libby

Day by day
Bay by bay
Red skies at twilight
Dawn comes on so bright

We’re just here
No land near

Got dirty feet
And dirty hair
But that’s okay
We just don’t care
Long as we keep sailing on

Down to sea, snorkeling
Mahima’s class and I got swass
Oh- A watch broke something again

Port to port
Place to place
Well remember every face

Into port
Muster all
Look around for something tall
‘cause you know well hike it soon

4 am, harness on
Deck is dank
We wait for dawn

Helms to lee
Swim call for me
In the middle of the sea
Mr. Bailey
Don’t yell at me
I didn’t mean to jump over the sheets

Got to fear
No land near

Go to Mr. Grumpy
Celestial G
Staring straight back at me
I just don’t want to eat beans any more

Smelly bunk when you go to sleep
No one knows quite where it leaks

Morning forward, 15 minutes
Look around for whose not with it
Doug and Jackson get your butts on deck

Got no fear
No land near

Nav-Sea class
It’s time to nap
Sunglasses on
Cheap seat in the back
Better hope you won’t be shooting noon

Passion fruit
Sea cats blend
It was hard to believe
The tropics would end

Down to deck
Jibs are backed
Gonna gybe
Or is that tack?
Helmsman, you better get on course

Down the hatch
Don’t look right
Even though its day
It’s dark as night
No there not two people in that bunk

We’re just here
Got no fear

Good for boats and good for hikes
Cap’s magic shoes are good for life
They don’t make jellies like this anymore

The horticulture’s seen better days
Caribbean sun has faded away

Constellations in the sky
Orion’s belt and Gemini
Through wind and wave they guide us by

Glitter glows in our wake
Bioluminescence, you take the cake

We’re just here
No land near

Beam reach and blue ski
Knots to tie and things to try
Man, these four months sure slipped by

Good friends are hard to find- they don’t come around all the time
Miss Hughes when you left
We know your thought
Our trip was the best
Calabash, we miss you too

To the crew, kudos to you
It’s amazing the things you’ve brought us through
Just so you know, we love you to

Walk away it’s hard to say
When I’ll see you again someday
Day by day           
Bay to bay
Red skies at twilight
Dawn comes on so bright

Now we’re here
We got no tears.


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