Each Captain as well as sailor is expected to follow a strict law of the sea that was once set but our great ancestors, most do, but if you disobey this law, you will most likely be left a treasure of the sea.
Takeoff
The shore vanishes through the mist, again,
Regret, it was only good pay for a young man,
Years passed, and he still looked for that one great catch,
Anchors dangled from the weathered boards,
As an old aged man rose from the captains hatch,
The grizzled old sailor, still searching for the one thing he craves,
With his flask of rum at hand, the ship rocks from the choppy waves.
Nightime
The world sleeps, as our sea man drifts under the stars
As he gazes in the distance at the sea that fars,
the forgotten sound of waves frame the tone of black night,
disturbed by the tarnished lantern glowing through the deadlight
Dawn approaches, as the destination that has been longed
for, as the reef listens to the sound of a sailors song
Red Mornings
The sky makes the water sparkle like a gift of God,
As a worried sailor tosses in his worn cot
A terrible storm is on its way, an age-old sea code
But a veteran sailor breaks it to take a booty load
The red of morning fades to day, after his choice,
Both the sea, and the scallywag sailor rejoice
The Storm
A catch to change the way mind, return to land
But howling wind, and rough waves, have another plan
Rain pours down exploding upon impact of the deck
An old man snarls, as his heart is filled with regret,
He loses control, and then soon loses his mast,
Water floods, as the pinnace time has passed
Tossed into the water soaking his new long coat
Rubble, the only hint there once existed a boat
Engulfed, water lashes the force of a thousand whips
Once known sailor obeys the law, and goes down with his
ship.
