Upon the cresting waves of bitter seas, A lonely mariner sailed, adrift with ease. With heart emboldened by the wind and spray, He sought a haven from his foes’ foul play.

Each port of call, a story much the same, Faces unknown, yet knowing of his shame. With whispered jeers and sidelong, scornful looks, The townsfolk judged, like tyrants in their books.

Yet, in his heart, where hurtful words could drown, He found a solace, not in fame or crown. With sturdy ropes and timbers, sails unfurled, He mastered arts of seamanship and world.

His ship became his sanctuary, where The winds sang ballads, free from cruel despair. Through tempests wild and calm celestial nights, He learned the dance of storms and starry sights.

The sport of sailing, once a path to flee, Became his passion, on the boundless sea. Each wave a challenge, every gust a friend, In nature’s realm, where broken hearts can mend.