Man all stations!

I am docked at my station, and soon propel in time with my fellow crew. The process becomes automatic, as a small wave approaches. The current is steady, the routine established. The swell quickly abates, lulling the company. It is calm... for now.

Just as the banality seems enduring, a storm rushes and the waves begin again. Exhilarating at first, we remain guilelessly unaware of the oncoming tempest. Our strokes quicken, as it's true intention exposed. The faster we plow through the endless reservoir, the more we are drenched. Though the surge tidal, my captain is unyielding. The deckhands are overwhelmed with duties, there will be no reprieve. Bells ringing in our ears, as the tolls continue to register. My back is aching, and though some of the crew relieved, i must remain. Time is eternal, as i charge onward into the abyss. Exhaustion ensues; i will not succumb. The ebb dwindles, and i break ahead. My conviction revives. Obediently abiding my mission. Though i ache for amnesty, I know there is none. My agenda is clear. Dolefully I bellow, "Next in line!"