O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But o heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
Fear Not you Mollusks!...Captn is Alive and Well...!
aka Jon Truppa is one "First Rate" Mate!
He drives this 68 foot beast for the Red and White Fleet.
Only an experienced seaman like Truppa knows the ropes.
He slips her into her spot without a scratch
Where others have beaten her up and smashed into the pier.
He let this Groggy Sailor take the wheel..even when he's 3 sheets to the wind!
poem by Walt Whitman - O Captain! My Captain!
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