the land of Cescus.

For we are on a boat, sailing towards the land of Cescus.
There , across the ocean, lies the glory of a years-long voyage, lie a thousand wonders never before seen by the eyes of man, rivers and springs and forests and trees in abundance, and animals new and old, and all wondrous. Yes, we're sailing for Cescus, and the fruit of all our labours.

But what shall the sailors do on the way there?

We Swab Decks.

Because! It is of utmost importance that we swab decks.

So the mighty Captain says (when he isn't throwing up over the stern): We are! My men, on THE most important journey! To! the other side of the world! To! The land of Cescus! Where all things grow! In abundance! And! It is of THE utmost! Importance that when! We get there there isn't going to be ONE! Speck o' dirt left on this deck! We are PIoneers of humanity! And! we better be making a good impression! Grab yer mop, sailor!

Throughout my years on the high seas, I have not seen a stouter man, a finer leader than our captain. We were brave sailors, facing the wind and the rain and the storms, even sneaking an extra hour or two after dusk to scrub the last of the salt and seagull-droppings off the deck.
It's just been a month since we set sail - the sea's begun to take its toll on some of the rookies on board. Had a man, yesterday - swabbed until his hands bled. Poor fellow. But we all know we've got the most important jobs to do. Pioneers of humanity... I like what the Capt. said. Has a nice ring to it. I do hope there're monkeys on Cescus. They'll be impressed how clean this ship is. I can just imagine them, sitting on the shore, munching on their bananas or whatever tropical fruit, chittering and pointing.
Yeah, they'll be impressed.