Salty air,sultry weather
A lone ship sails in blue waters.
Steadily,inch by inch in the suicidal sea
Making its way through the giant sea.
As the sky turns grey,
And the waters turn prey,
It balances n composes itself.
Against all odds,with all lords.
The voyage has begun.
And so has the competition.
Competition-against the mighty blue sea.
— The End —