Full Steam to Hades

We’re going down, Captain.
Going down where?
Down to the bottom,
the sea will see you there.
She sinks,
with my best mates and me

 

Time to meet our maker,
to meet Davy Jones.
The Reaper of the Deep!
We have been forsaken
by Poseidon’s cruel throne.  

 

A chest and fourscore men,
Plunge to despair.
Full steam to Hades!
Our bounty will be shared.
She sinks,
with my best mates and me. 

 

In just a few leagues,
over just a few more stones,
we could have been free,
to live as Kings
to live as we please.
We have been forsaken.
Icarus foretold,
by our lust for gold.

 

A chest and fourscore men,
Plunge to despair.
Full steam to Hades!
Our bounty will be shared.
Bottoms up.
To my best mates and me.

High and Dry

High and dry,

satisfied.

Memories flood me
of the waves slapping, crashing, bounding, and lashing.
The sea’s ceaseless battery.
Helplessly panicking, beating, and thrashing.

Sinking like a rock, and heavy as one too.
Soaked as a dog with mange
Shivering, descending into the blue.
Saturated, destined to a watery grave.

Yet here I am,
my land legs still intact, my body still sound.
The sun warms my face, my skin supple and tanned.
I smile at my time in the water, the times that I almost drowned.

I appreciate the warmth
and look forward to the coasts.
My back to the tides.
Onwards I go,

to stay high and dry.