Third Bell; Forenoon Watch
As forenoon watch progresses,
the sun must be rising high.
Though eyes could not detect it
as the storm clouds gather nigh.
It seems our well deserved reward
won't be had easily or quick
as nature's force unleashes now
sending all her cruelest tricks.
The gale winds carry up third bell
and thus this watch finds end.
My fellow sailors take the post
to guard the yard arm's bend.
Many storms we've weathered now
wind and rain cause me no dread.
But nearing port, my shipmates' haste
forms apprehension in my head.
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The End
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