First light awakes me from behind the starboard rail
Lying by the halyard I look up past the sail.
The stars above are fading, the silhouettes take shape
Of the ancient Greek ruins on the hill across the bay
It’s another cloudless morning upon the wine-dark sea
The wheel of Apollo’s chariot is about to shine on me.
The crew is up already, another feast is on its way
I dive under the keel to start another day

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On the warm Aegean Sea
Where Argonauts and Ottomans and Roman legions used to be
The Western breeze is blowing strong
And the turquoise water’s beckoning us on

Passing 13 knots now, leaning hard to port
Hold the lines tightly, or you’re going overboard
Our captain is laughing as another boat gives chase
Port rail’s at the water line, we’re in a full-blown race
The coast’s becoming clearer as we fly toward Loryma
The fortress towers overhead as we run along the shore

We turn into the harbour, the wind dies away
Long shadows on the ramparts as we anchor in the bay.
In the stillness of the evening, the outboard motors hum
Traders heading toward us, hoping to sell some
Souvenirs and trinkets, but I need nothing to buy,
I have a beer, and good company, and the indigo sky

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