🔰"The Mine Sweepers" by Rudyard Kipling

Dawn of the Foreland. The young flood-making jumbled and short and steep. Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking. Awkward water to sweep. Mines reported in the fairway. Warn all traffic and detain. Sent up unity. Claribel Assyrian. Stormcock and Golden Gain. Moon of the Foreland. The first ebb-making. Lumpy and strong in the bite. Boom after boom and the gulf-hut shaking. And the jackdaws wild with fright. Mines located in the fairway. Boats now working up the chain. Sweepers unity. Claribel Assyrian. Stormcock and Golden Gain. Dusk of the Foreland. The last light going and the traffic crowding through. Five damned trawlers with their sirens blowing. Heading the whole review. Sweep completed in the fairway. No more mines remain. Send back unity. Claribel Assyrian. Stormcock and Golden Gain.