Set adrift in an ocean

Vast and deep

Aboard a small boat

Without knowing how to sail

Steered by a prevalent wind

Through furious storm and gale

Over joyful leaping waves

Until learning to steer,

Harnessing the wind

Turning from the wild waves

Into calmer waters

In unknown depths residing

Monsters lurk in wait

Fangs bared

Claws poised

To rise up against the boats

Driving them into the squalls

Dashing them against jagged rocks

Fought but never defeated

Driven back but never killed

Spectators gather on the shore

Cheering their support

Watching a battle

In which they have no part

Trying to help

They send armor, swords, and sheilds

Some are taken up

Others left to gather dust

Weighing down the boat

So the monsters cannot push it

But neither can the wind

So the boat is trapped

In an unfeeling doldrum