Sunrise.

   I close my eyes tight shut and try to keep you out.

   Night's rainbows are trapped within my head.

   Push pushing they push to go.

   Feet are on the deck, there are feet on the deck.

   Await me you do with wind and waves.

   Rainbows are trapped within my head.

   

   The forecast for the day from Broken Bay to Newcastle was worth a second glance; it didn't look that good. The invited weather never arrived. The horizon for at least 30 nautical miles from Newcastle was full of ships hanging on anchor and awaiting their turn at port.

   Our few days in Newcastle will be filled with plenty to see.