We are sailing, across the endless sea, home again. The wind fills our sails, carrying us over rolling waves that shimmer under the golden sun. The horizon stretches wide, a boundless expanse of blue meeting blue, as gulls cry overhead, guiding us toward familiar shores. Memories of distant lands linger—foreign ports, bustling markets, and nights beneath strange stars—but now, the call of home grows stronger. The ship creaks softly, a steady companion on this long journey. Salt spray kisses our faces, and the crew hums old shanties, hearts light with anticipation. Land will rise soon, and with it, the embrace of those we love. The voyage nears its end, but the sea will always whisper our names, urging us back to its depths. For now, we sail on, steady and sure, homeward bound at last.