A New Year exchange at the wheel

Eight Bells by Cicely fox-Smith Eight bells chimed from the fo’c’sle Back to the chime from the poop; Out tumbled the port watch, cursing; The cock crowed loud from the coop. The sea was bright as a mirror, The moon was shiny as steel, When Ginger limped aft at midnight For to relieve the wheel. … Continue reading “A New Year exchange at the wheel”