Never mind the backlash nor the taboo, since a journey is seldom his journey

without risk. Should a stranger know anything about him, it is that he holds no regrets.

Never mind the hours he’ll never get back nor the people he’ll never see once more.

Never mind the gulp of guilt that had sunk him, the death of his very own Lenore.

He wants to be free.

So, let him be. 

Those who opt to parlay in chance experience layers of thrill.

The thrill of mystery is why he chose the seas—a boundless, trapless

vast that he’s sailed since a boy—now wrought into a lifestyle 

that he just can’t avoid.

A tale of two worlds: the sea, as unpredictable, as untamable as any entity may be 

meets the captain, gruff and old, eyes consumed with millennial grief. 

But, like recognizes like, 

both legacies borne with blue.

Since blue was the captain’s personality: hushed yet expressive; 

and blue was the captain’s presence: calming yet compelling. 

Above all, blue was the coating that layered the captain, a coating that would ultimately shape and harden him into the person he was, is, and will be today.

Yet, his life’s story still lacks an ending. 

Should he decide on Santiago’s resilience and venture alone 

or Magellan’s curiosity and heave a final crew of his own,

we may never know.

The time has come where his past meets its end, 

and his future meets the present.

The time has come for you, the Captain at the Sea.