Tomorrow we're anchoring in Kiritimati, or Christmas Island. We are also halfway done at this point! This is a celebratory mock-poem I wrote for the occasion, based on "Twas the night before Christmas."
Twas the night before Kiritimati*
And all through the ship
All of the students
Were loosing their grip.
Their laundry was flung
By the bowsprit to air
They were smelly and tired with knots in their hair.
Some of them sweated all cramped in their beds
As visions of ice cream cones
Danced in their heads.
Others stood watch and watched the flag flap
As the captain lay down for a very brief nap.
As two shooting stars went by in a flash
I passed the forestays'l,
then heard a small splash.
I went to the rail and peered at the swell
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But a little old tuna, without any fear.
Its tail was strong, its scales on fleek
And to my surprise, it started to speak:
"Yo Barb! And Pamela! A Watch! And Kels!
C Watch, B Watch, and everyone else!
Although you are tired and potentially sick of each other,
And miss your pet dog, or boyfriend, or mother,
And smell worse than mung
And want a long shower,
And haven't had private time for even an hour,
Remember how lucky you are to be here,
And that the end is soon drawing near.
So treasure each moment, each callous and bruise
And the respite from internet, cell phones, and booze."
The tuna swam off into the west,
And left behind it the great RCS*.
*Robert C Seamans