Some slight reprieve I find
When the fog rolls in
And settles on the still sea,
Which, having ceased its rolling,
Gently ripples against my bow.
From the fantail, I see our friend:
A sea otter, called Pepper
For his yet-unseen friend, Salt–
Who has followed us here to–
Where are we exactly?
The calm sea begets calm minds,
The fiery reasons that bring us here,
To the edge of civilisation and chaos,
Protecting one from the other, we say.
And Pepper, playing along the stern,
Oblivious to the encroaching chaos,
Sets the example for us, as well.
So we set aside our worry and fear
And follow his bobs and his dives.