And set the wind upon your sails,
allow the strong gusts to pass on,
let every inch of the mast feel them,
for smooth breezes aren't expected
in the battlefield of deadly waters.
Fret not! Fear not! For a captain's
doubt is the end of the crew's faith.
The sea stays awaiting to be tackled
and it's glory of pseudo-torquise to
be conquered with human courage.
But the waves wouldn't be vanished
nor the wild thunders will go dumb
so keep the speed and spirits high,
beat the oars with warmer hopes
and still believe the anchor on board.
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