The sun disappears, down the oceans throat.

Clear sky tonight, guides the fishing boat.

Lazy blue water, rises slowly and falls.

Stare and believe, in the beauty of all.

Dark rum and whiskey, down the captains throat.

Starboard and then port, unsettle the boat.

Sad shanty’s and tears, then a sirens cry.

Man over board, your captain is mine.

Throw me a life buoy, throw me a rope.

Send up a bright flare, to give me some hope.

The boat disregarded , floated out of sight.

Tell my wife I love her, on this beautiful night.