Hi all been away for a while, thought I'd run a few past your critical eyes..
don't be shy, if they don't run I gotta repair them..
6..Rolling The Dice
Drive it in
Face to the sea
Back up to the floats
To pull the pots free
With an eye to the swell you gotta turn 'round
Rubber necked for the one that wants you drowned.
Time the momentum get ready to pull,
Four quick arm lengths in hope the trap's full.
The first of five pots gave six good Crays
The heart skips a beat while pounded by waves.
Four to go in a cauldron of froth Under the cliffs in the suicide trough
But temptation beckons behind the reef
Got to go get 'em so he grits his teeth.
Wait for the set that comes in in threes
Must take 'em on though he lost his knees,
The mind is on auto the body just goes
Back into the gutter, as time itself froze.
Three more pots trebled the score,
Made his escape but still there's one more.
The tides on the make so shelter is sparse
Neptune is teasing 'cos he wants his **bleep**.
Waited for the lull then off he went
Retrieved did he with steely intent
But the timing was off and was spat onto a rock,
All water drained away as he stood in shock.
There was he high and dry
Staring at a wave way up in the sky
The motor still running screaming out loud
So he laid clutching the seat entertaining the crowd.
Heart pumping hard, adrenaline full on
The maker must have been looking on
Then the wave lifted the bow into the air,
A vertical tinny that floats is quite rare.
Backward, backward, toward the cliff
The motor took grip as he manoeuvred scared stiff
Popped out of the first wave in wait for the rest
With two more to beat, put the surf skills on test.
The rest is a blur as he emerged from the spout
Boat full of water he heard the crowd shout.
Took on the beast that sorts men from mice
Laughing at Neptune not once, but thrice.
Dropped the anchor laid flat on the seat
Let the lungs fill with air, swore not to repeat
A box full of Crays a'swim in the boat
Shocked at survival but planning the gloat.
Bailed the bilge once the adrenaline died
Remembered life flashes,
Overcome he cried.
Two potters who looked on came to call him a dill
Said not've been the first this shoal has killed.
Their eyes dropped out when they counted the Cray
All scorn subsided as their envy now played.
Five pots down with fifty to go,
Just a day on his office with more dice to throw..
