THE SQUALL IS HERE

Drop the sails!
Pull up the anchor!
Cut loose the ropes!
The squall is here!
We must get out of this harbor,
Out to the open sea!
On the depths is our safety.
(Indeed, on the depths is my freedom.)

Are you crazy!
The depths will consume us.
The storm will overpower us!
The ship cannot sail in the great squall.
Have you gone mad!
Do you not know what this cutter is made of!
We are but wood and rope!

Can you not see!
The harbor poses no safety.
The rocks are no haven.
Indeed, a vessel of wood and rope we sail upon.
Yet, this vessel was made for such a squall.
We will hold up and not break apart.
Set course for this great squall.
There we will find safety,
(There I will find my freedom.)
Indeed, in the center of the storm.

Captain to set sail would be certain death!
Can you not see we are but wood and rope!
No match for the power of wind and wave.
What will hold us together!
Have you gone mad?

Certain death?
To remain safe would be certain death!
This cutter was built by such great squalls.
To remain imprisoned in the harbor
Anchored in by rope and fear
This young lad is certain death.
Do not fear what waits.
Indeed it is great.
Trust your cutter.
Drop the sails!
The squall is here!