Jibe, Ho!

Harbor Queen, capsize it, right it, capsize it again and put it back.

I was no longer a plebe, I survived sailing.

Perched on the bow, I am ready for our next adventure,

The glorious career on the high seas.

Experience sailing seemed to have gotten easier in the 12 years

Without throwing up, tipping over, or sinking.

We arrived at the pier and proudly presented our qualification cards.

It was windy and a little choppy, but not oppressively so.

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We began to relax and enjoy the moment of the high seas

It was at this point a gust of wind slammed into the sail

We were going to sail that day even if it was snowing

Then, miraculously and ever so slowly, the boat righted itself.

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Soon we were all celebrating we were reasonably dry and still afloat.

Nautical knots tied ourselves together, sailboat companionship.

The buoy for reference, a full day, and pretty happy about it.

I do plan on continuing my naval career!

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This blackout poem from an excerpt in a short story comedy book by Rob Ballister is not only out of order, but a complete change of what the author was conveying. He was speaking on having a horrible time learning boating and getting sick of it. He in the end said he planned on continuing his navel career on land, as this take reorders specific words to make them look as if the opposite is true.