The Storm Continues; Also Some Brief Remarks on Making a Will at Sea

Bou, bou, bou blubbered the boy
On the panic-stricken deck.
It was well and good to dream
Unbelieving dreams of death
When cozened by the crow's nest,
But what have we now, now now's
About to stop arriving?

The waves are tickling your neck
And that which keeps you afloat
Is sinking into pieces.
Whatever you dictate now
Likely sinks with you, as lost
As that hope of a rescue
From Master Suzuki's boat.