I sit on the bench,
Awaiting to head back to my sleeping trench.
I await the sailing passage nightshift to pass,
I await sitting on my ass.
I look at the stars gleaming with beauty,
I took a step and fell on my booty.
I whimpered in pain as I sat on the floor,
I crawled to the door.
I could use a drink I thought, maybe a drink my Dad thought up.
As we sailed I checked the sails,
I saw one collapsing,
and so was I.
The wind was dying and so were my eyes.
As I took a blink at the clock,
I saw it was time to talk to the next person who has the midnight shift.