won't pretend i feel the break, but i feel the bend
our captain (o! captain!), steadies his hand as he writes his letter with the slowest strokes. As his ship falls through, he cannot help but imagine whose fault it must be.
a) those dastardly pirates
--whose leader and him were schoolchums in the abandoned shipyard. Twilights and morning stars spent thinking which hero they'd be grown. the captain always made his old friend into the bad guy, killed him with a wooden sword. the potential pirate blamed it on the eye-patch he was made to wear, said he could only see one side of him. the captain said, 'it's because you're sea-scum, you have to wear it.' after complied, the captain shivered inside knowing that he could only face him when half-hidden. the two drifted apart, seven or some odd years with no news, only the whisper of the other's name and the deeds done.
b) his mutinous crew
--peg-legged, foul-tempered, with earrings on both ears (scandalous), there was a secret in the ship, one that flew on the wings of gossip, but never touched the captain's ears. always unsatisified, the leader of them placed a bounty of betrayal about, and has since swept ship. the captain's first mate, he is, with not a care for loyalty, the currency of the sea. be damned, thought the captain bitterly, for he had not seen their ill-regard until he were on the sharp-edge of his threats. i hope the devil roasts the lot of them, especially his damned parrot.
c) nature, the bloody bitch
--scurvy and strife led to his mutinous crew's actions. they had been away too long from home, and the sea smells of only salt and loneliness. the pirates cannons were siren songs to their ill intentions, and with that the ship was divided. of course, the ocean, had brought the pirates to the ship. with word of the riches abound, and the pirate leader being only the past, there was little hesitation on who to sweep from the territory. seeing as how the seadogs would kill him, the crew locked the captain in his corridors, and escaped to the nearest island. the barbarious monkeys seized the ship with little effort, and found him a wimpering wretch on his bed, though still dashing. with a snarl, the pirate slammed the door (oh the grace), and barricaded it. the only valediction was the smashing of wood versus iron, and the slow descent of bow to wave.
their fault, their fault, it's all their fault, the captain wept.
a) those dastardly pirates
--whose leader and him were schoolchums in the abandoned shipyard. Twilights and morning stars spent thinking which hero they'd be grown. the captain always made his old friend into the bad guy, killed him with a wooden sword. the potential pirate blamed it on the eye-patch he was made to wear, said he could only see one side of him. the captain said, 'it's because you're sea-scum, you have to wear it.' after complied, the captain shivered inside knowing that he could only face him when half-hidden. the two drifted apart, seven or some odd years with no news, only the whisper of the other's name and the deeds done.
b) his mutinous crew
--peg-legged, foul-tempered, with earrings on both ears (scandalous), there was a secret in the ship, one that flew on the wings of gossip, but never touched the captain's ears. always unsatisified, the leader of them placed a bounty of betrayal about, and has since swept ship. the captain's first mate, he is, with not a care for loyalty, the currency of the sea. be damned, thought the captain bitterly, for he had not seen their ill-regard until he were on the sharp-edge of his threats. i hope the devil roasts the lot of them, especially his damned parrot.
c) nature, the bloody bitch
--scurvy and strife led to his mutinous crew's actions. they had been away too long from home, and the sea smells of only salt and loneliness. the pirates cannons were siren songs to their ill intentions, and with that the ship was divided. of course, the ocean, had brought the pirates to the ship. with word of the riches abound, and the pirate leader being only the past, there was little hesitation on who to sweep from the territory. seeing as how the seadogs would kill him, the crew locked the captain in his corridors, and escaped to the nearest island. the barbarious monkeys seized the ship with little effort, and found him a wimpering wretch on his bed, though still dashing. with a snarl, the pirate slammed the door (oh the grace), and barricaded it. the only valediction was the smashing of wood versus iron, and the slow descent of bow to wave.
their fault, their fault, it's all their fault, the captain wept.