Gael force set upon the waves
Aboard five daring souls,
To sail throughout the western isles
On fair winds, their only goals
But out to sea, just three days hence
They would all be left in awe
For waiting for Gael Force and the five
Lay the tempests violent and steely maw
From Mallaig did the five set out
Both spirits and hopes were high
“We’ll poke our nose oot” the skipper did cry
“At least we will give it a try”
The motor on and sails were down they headed out to sea
Not knowing what lay just ahead, oblivious as can be
Though sea's were rough and waves were high
and spray washed over the five
They motored on through growing swells
not able to come about, through fear for their lives.
The course was set, no turning back
The five did engage in battle
Though fear was seen in all their eyes
their determination could not be rattled.
The tempest had only just begun to test the daring five
A squall it began to spew up, with winds as cold as knives
"Starboard Bow" the second mate cried, and all looked right to see
A dark grey broiling mass, a towering foaming wall of sea.
The helmsman turned into the wave, as Gael Force climbed and climbed and crashing down the other side with a booming sound like thunder
wishing and hoping that Gael Force's bow, would not completely go under.
Squall upon squall lashed Gael force, with power and steal and fury
Skipper shouted out below," Its blowing a ****** Hooley"
Hour upon hour the tempest tried to drown the daring five
Throwing squalls and hail and towering seas,
The crew worked, just to stay alive.
Ardnamurchan point did beckon,
As towering seas grew higher
"Another 5 degrees starboard" navigator called
"this is how I reckon"
bodies began to tire.
A lighthouse appeared igniting hope
as white horses rode the waves
thunderously crashing over the bow
to the sea Gael force was a slave
Darkness began to fall with no release for the five
rounding Ardnamurchan point they sailed
for their souls they now did strive.
Tossed to starboard and then to port
the sailors were worn and battered
surely the end was nigh
they were all so ****** knackered!
With bodies sore and whit's at an end
the sea gave up its fight.
Gael Force and its daring souls
neared the end of their plight.
Tobamory bound and surfing the swell
the crewmates welcomed the night.
The last rope was tied, Gael Force secure
The crewmates went below.
Hugs and hand shakes, cups of tea
and stories told again of how Gael Force and its daring five
braved the storm and
lived to sail again.
The Daring Five were:
Robin Mackenzie Skipper
Peter First mate
Brian Shon Second Mate
Mike McNaughton Crewmate, Helmsman
Mark"""""""" Crewmate, Helmsman
This was a light-hearted poem about how we sailed off the coast of Scotland in a 52 knot gale on a yacht aptly called Gael Force. 12 hours of battle. Names of places are correct but in different order to allow for some rhythm. Read in a Scottish accent if you can. BTW Hooley is a big wind, knackered is very tired lol
