If Sam's right this should get pretty exciting!
Day after day, day after day / We stuck, nor breath nor motion/ As idle as a painted ship / Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where / And all the boards did shrink;/ Water, water, every where, / Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ! / That ever this should be! / Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs / Upon the slimy sea.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43997/the-rime-of-the-ancient-mariner-text-of-1834