Rory Danger and the Danger Dangers

We are looking forward to participating in the Bayou Boogaloo - Sunday May 20 4pm. DUMAINE.

Day after day the sun stared widely
Over the wide and windless seas;
Against the masts the sails drooped idly,
Unhanded, waiting for a breeze.

It seemed we should lie there for ever,
As if no wind till Judgment Day
Would set her royal clews a-quiver
And speed her southward on her way.

"I heard onst of a barque," said Murphy.
"Becalmed, that couldn't get a breath,
Till all the crowd was sick with scurvy
An' the skipper drunk himself to death."

"So then they'd scoffed the last stale biscuit
An' the scuttle butt was all but dry,
They reckoned it was time to risk it,
An' tuk the boats an' said 'Good-bye.'"

"An' there they left the ol' barkey layin',
An' there, most like, she's layin' now,
With weeds like Noah's whiskers swayin'
Along her keel from stern to...