Location: Portsmouth, Dominica
Today I must write a blog.
For I am just one of many working cogs,
Upon this lovely floating home, we call the Ocean Star.
She would not be much if you saw her from afar,
Strewn with towels and packed to the brim,
But if you were to look a bit closer, perhaps come in by swim,
You would hear laughter, see shenanigans, and finally understand the magic of Ocean Star, our Queen.
I mean…
Today we woke up with the sun,
To Clara, in a kitchen, she had already run.
She rose early to rise delicious scones,
Hot from the oven, chive, bacon, and cheddar, and for that, she deserves the throne.
It fueled us well, and we sailed through our exam,
And finished, finally, happy as a clam.
A break we took,
ML snuggled deep in her nook,
Griffin read his book,
Nick at the helm, our own Captain Hook,
Keke got his towel from the line, which he shook,
Ben devoured a can of tuna without a second look,
And Jack complained of stolen sugar, perhaps a crook?
Next, Oceanography was a blast,
The power of the tides, explained by Sam, left us aghast.
We moved on to BA,
And toiled away the day.
Emptying bilges and scrubbing floors,
When we asked our leaders what to do, they simply said: “More.”
As the sun set, we rejoiced at a job well done,
As hard as we worked, we had remembered still to have fun.
On the chart house bench, we laid supine,
Nothing left uncoiled, not even a line.