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Ships at sea, through the storm
to formation they conform

one breaks off, swept to a clearing
while the others keep careening

"well, I'm safe!" in the lone one's thoughts
"all my peers can't still be lost?"

for a moment, he waits and ponders
was that chance? no, I'm a man of wonders!

"if I managed, the others suck,
They should really get some luck!"

Then off he goes, without a doubt
"where was port...? well, I'll figure out..."

Still, the others stick together
cursing and spiting the dreadful weather

will they make it? I'd wager not

at least they'd die without the smell of rot