It was a bad weather in a sunny morning
Humming winds dominate the sea
Swelling freely like an untamed beast
Fluttering waves clashing the bows
Causing shakes in convulsive manner
And there I was, taking soundings
With my boots and raincoat as a shield
A bucket with sounding kit as my weapon
Alone with no one else to help me
I am that warrior to slay the dragon
But like a ninja goes for the kill
Minus the stealth it forced its way in
Like a veteran thief in the night
It was unexpected and fast
Not even a good warrior could sense it
Striking me fiercely from behind
Knocking me down by surprise
The large bucket that I'm carrying earlier
Went straight inside a narrow space
Perfectly compressed and broken
As I was now lying on deck like an idiot
Soaked in brine from inside out
Leaving the sounding line on the pipe
Thinking what just happened until I realized—
I was completely destroyed by the wave.
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