Race 10 - Day 22
Crew Diary - Race 10 Day 22
19 April

The Black Dogs of the North Pacific

Rear up on their hind legs

Pouncing and grasping the tiny ships

In their cold, wet paws

Twisting, pitching, rolling, yawing

Seeking to glimpse the little sailors within.

“Why do you come here?” they howl to the wind

“Why do you come to this desolate place?

Where time passes slowly in this vast empty space?”

“This is our home for eternity

Do you seek to take our grey purity?

Why come here?”

And the sailors moaned and cried salty tears

Trying to hide a great many fears

In the cold and the wet, ocean warriors strived

As they battled on in the Race of Their Lives.

Released from their canine grip

The tiny boats flew on to familiar shores

With hamburgers, beers, softness and warmth.

And in the North Pacific, the black dogs

Rose up on the highs

And descended the lows

Whilst white horse galloped by

And sooty albatrosses plunged in between...

... unheard and unseen.