The Tale Of The Stormless Sea

So there’s a ship, once christened, was Spring 
that sailed her island in a silent ring. 
Horizon, watching, called to her, 
begging Spring to venture. 

There was a man with thick mitts dubbed Thumb, 
who saw her tiny ring and thought it was dumb, 
when so much sea was left unseen. 
Curled beard, he boarded Spring. 

There was a surrounding storm named Eye, 
for he controlled all, no victim could deny. 
He forced Horizon to succumb— 
Eye hid from Spring and Thumb. 

A stormless sea? How could it be? 
T’wasn’t always so, now the tale goes
that Spring and Thumb endured one storm,
so no more forming’s the new norm.

Thumb sailed Spring toward the cyclone’s border, 
and Spring braced for the waves once Thumb gave the order. 
Horizon prayed they would prevail. 
Thumb gripped rigging and sail. 

A terrible tumble sent cargo 
shooting at the hull, and when Eye struck the blow,
Spring sprung a leak, an eye for Eye 
to pull Spring apart inside. 

Thumb’s big hands tied down wheel and rigging, 
and he rushed below deck, thick fingers digging 
at water till his thumb plugged the leak. 
Eye’s thunder sounded meek.

A stormless sea? How could it be? 
T’wasn’t always so, now the tale goes
that Spring and Thumb endured one storm,
so no more forming’s the new norm.

Thumb and Spring held fast to eachother. 
Eye couldn’t see, and he could not try another. 
Thumb’s sturdy resolve empowered 
Horizon, no coward. 

The clash was fierce between two forces.
Eye’s angry lightning toward Horizon coursed, his
sparks couldn’t reach Horizon’s line so
Horizon swung heat low.

Horizon’s fire scared Eye away, 
freeing Spring and Thumb, who trumpeted “Hooray!” 
And they sailed on, Eye to their back, 
to lands without attack. 

A stormless sea? How could it be? 
T’wasn’t always so, now the tale goes
Spring and Thumb endured the one storm,
so no more forming’s the new norm.