The Ferry To Holyhead

We never took the ferry to Holyhead,
Though perhaps we did in an alternate universe.
But medieval cities are often the same
So let's focus on the gold rush instead.

We never met the captain upon an English river,
Though his ship doesn't sink, even when it's destroyed.
He's only one of many noble men that
Will still require warmth come december.

We never chased our Russian gods,
Though I have drastically waned in worship.
But over and under in under an hour,
Another kind of Mecca awaits the odds.

We never let a French breeze into our bed,
Though the scent of the sea is remarkably sweet,
And as I breathe it in I cannot regret
That we never took the ferry to Holyhead.