Abandon ship Poem By Capt. Eldren Goes
All lines on board, we were set to sail,The weather told us of a predicted gale,Wind force eight, wave height eighteen,Swell north/north-easterly or somewhere in between. Ballast tanks topped up, no cargo at all.We had to clear the port roads, before nightfall.All lashed on deck, even her stockless anchorAs she RFA*,
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