Standing on the deck, I shouted, "All men at their stations." when there hailed wind and storm against my ship.

Me, was neither with the wind nor against the tides.

My ship, when I sail, I be the captain.

In my eyes, I was facing wretched cyclonic tides,

in real, my ship was deserted with no 100s crew, just me on an abandoned ship.

And dear darling life, my stranded ship stands my expectations.