For Ronovans Decima Challenge with Beach the prompt word on the A rhyme line.
He left the port set on a reach,
genoa tight, clenched in the cleat.
Quite soon, he knew, he'd have to beat,
remember all sea dogs could teach.
Portland loomed above Chesil Beach,
a darkling sky filled him with dread.
The white whipped waves he saw ahead
would see his boat tossed as the squall
held his surviving hopes in thrall.
The last he saw, his mainsail shred.