On the sea

            We were excited by the

            Lack of what we saw

            Because the ports of call were

            Infinite in architecture and intrigue

            And so we rued a little

            Navigating towards a home

            Until the sight of land

            Invigorated our resolve 

            We felt with glee

            The salt air sting and our

            Imaginations burned

            Hotter than starlight

            The twisting channels made

            Manoeuvres more complex and trained

            A different kind of sinew

            Novel territories

            After we set foot

            Had charms that cut and

            Polished and occasionally

            Dazzled us to dust

            And as we strayed

            We argued over whether

            We were more or less unrecognisable,

            Whether now the ocean 

            Lost its lustre 

            Or the carnival had sapped our nerve