It's the end of the ride

I wrote this poem on the ferry yesterday coming back from the French Trip because I was bored and my friends abandoned me for sweets. I didn't want to go so I just stayed at the base where we had to sign in every hour.

It's the end of the ride
Waves tossing and tumbling
Destroying everything in the way
The stomach of the sea angrily grumbling
All through the night and day

One small wooden boat
Battles through the waves
Struggling to keep afloat
As it travels its path is paved

The adventures it's had
The perils it's faced
With the captain and the lad
Through a long life it's slowly paced

Though the end is near
It's lived its life
Soon to come is a moment most feared
Its time for it to meet the knife

A storm is brewing
It's almost done
Forever it's been stewing
There's nowhere to run

Waves of 100 feet come barging
They're ready to feed
Nearer and nearer they are charging
The predator has the lead

Waves crash into the woodworm infested planks
Shredding them like paper
As the waves release their angst
The boat can no longer caper

To the sea bed it slowly sinks
The bodies of the captain and the lad inside
Gallons of water it quickly drinks
It's the end of the ride

P.S.
Please tell me what you think. It would be great if any criticism was constructive so I can improve my poetry.