Every pirate's life for her.

Apr 01, 2009 14:22

Nine nines and a bottle of rum.

The Oracle of Barnacles

One for the kraaken who rages below
two are the ships that pass in the night
three sheets to the four winds
when you take my meaning
and pray you north is true.
Five are the starpoints by which you steer her
sixpence the toll when you sail off the charts
seven the seas and eight comes in pieces
when nine fathoms downward you fall.
Death is always true.

END

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