even though the engine was still running
the clanking, smoke and obvious lack of power
unmistakably told him they were not going home
he took stock of the situation,
looking across the sea
to the approaching storm clouds
"These trips have been the best"
he said to his boat
"I wouldn't give them up
for the safety of land
now or ever"
calmly, he plotted his course
prepared his gear as always
losing himself in familiar actions
no matter how inappropriate
as the rain came
wind picked up
and swells became angry
he held fast to the rudder
and lost himself in memories
of calm seas and full holds
never loving his boat more than now
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