My partner and I had ourselves an excursion unto the GSL.
A captain was searching for crew to his ship so on board we did set sail.
We came upon the starting line patiently waiting our start.
The flag was raised, away we went racing with all of our heart.
The skipper would yell, "Pull the goddamn halliards!" and I'd pull with all of my might.
I just prayed the red rope I had been pulling was indeed right.
The first mate and I had control of the jib, my partner running the main.
Despite the bumbled mass of confusion, in second place we came.
In the marina drinking our beer, celebrating the race.
With a wink in his eye the captain said, "You weren't a complete disgrace."
We left the marina as the sun went down, it's reflection on the lake.
We stopped to reflect on our evening at sea and for some pictures to take.
Location:S 1210 E,Sandy,United States
