RULERS OF THE SEA
Ten days suspended between sky and abyss to meet the giants of Socorro, Roca Partida and San Benedicto. From the first roll of the dice to the ashen canyons of the deep, we traveled for the game and the thrill of pelagics. Here are a few lines from a journey to the moon and back.
A day through waves to reach the distant isles,
The deck would roll and heave for weary miles.
We learned to move in rhythm with the sea,
As the wind rose and set our journey free.
The game is on. Ten thousand dice in view
We slip below to chase the endless blue.
Through ash and canyons, currents be our guide
In hope to meet the rulers deep inside.
And there as shifting shadows start to form,
Silkies and whites and silvers, shapes are born.
Then hammerheads, a school of living grey,
Against the flow, they drive the blue away.
Beyond the sweep, a vibrant new display,
Where whitetips young, in balls hide for the day.
While lobsters flee - a running joke come true,
An octopus has locked an eye on you.
But look away and raise your gaze up high,
For giant wings fly queens across the sky.
They circle close, then fade into a dream,
A weightless dance to greet the final theme.
For among all the justifications,
A whale shark blew all our expectations.
With mantas, hammers, dolphins... c'est fini !
A sacred seal upon our reverie.
But soon we leave Socorro's ashen deep
And climb on board with memories to keep.
We toast to friends who shared the Ocean's spell
And all the tales our eyes will surely tell.
The ground felt strange beneath unsteady feet,
A five-star thrill no words could fully meet.
For through the blue and To The Moon and Back,
We've left a piece of soul upon that track.
