Thousands of men have met their demise
In the waters beneath our bow.
Their stories and souls soar over these waves
Like the albatross with the blackened brow.
More infamous a place to sail,
There are but only few.
But our seas are calm, on a scale of 10,
Our waves are less than two.
Our time returning from the White Continent
Has given us time to collect our thoughts.
The forgiving seas have let us rest
While heading north at 15 knots.
Land is in sight, Cape Horn off our bow,
Our time in the Drake has passed.
To the east we turn, towards the sunshine we sail,
Not long till our bowlines are cast.
But before Ushuaia, we have some more time,
Admiring the sea-going fauna,
Some stay outside, binoculars in hand,
While others pass time in the sauna.
Another safe trip, to the Antarctic tip,
Has turned strangers into friends and allies.
The incredible beauty will stay with us forever,
Returning when we close our eyes.
