The rain raked the open window
With gunfire and pellets
Pummeling the flapping blinds
Into frenzied sails on a mountainous sea
I jumped up and ran from
landing to landing to deck
Closing windows and doors
Yelling to the crew
To trim the sails and
Batten the hatches
From the deck I saw the enemy
Fleet gathering, looming blue-gray
Battle cruiser squadrons firing guns
Of thunder, their brows furrowed
Their lips curled with contempt.
Secured, we sailed on
And I returned to my cabin
To plot the next campaign
And my disturbed
Afternoon nap
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