A raging storm of great form cast the crew out to sea.

Captain cast to mast a line and crew tied firm with he.

What dismal forecast with many gallons accrued causing vessel to dip and sway.

Hands hung on for dear life hoping to not sink or have mast and crew cast away.

Curse their universal caste to face this crucible!

It was dice they cast to crew this keel!

Lips spat salt and crooned goodbyes as iron casts ripped from hull.

Overcast calamity would be their last cruise as ocean bashed sailor skulls.

Waves loomed and lurched, castigating crew like recounts of lore,

Yet Captain cast a glance up and sighted ecru of safe shore.

Downcast to Earth did mariners land and feet screwed into dark sand.

In a crucial moment, wave coiling back, miscasts pulled as one to save fellow man.

Wave cruelly struck and sailors suffered upcast breeze of relief.

Crura spread and minds at ease, men rested on beach like fallen leaf.

Castanets of thunder ceased and lighting’s crusade retreated.

One by one crew arose and awaited Captain’s decision cast.

Forecastle was scrutinized and stripped,

Pieces constituting crude recasting of ship.

Castellations of floating fortress were salvaged and lashed

And off cast the crew from devastation at last.