Pirate Attack

"Pirates", was the alarm yelled by the crow's nest lookout,

There plowing through the seas waves with menace,

All her sails unfurled and heading toward us at speed,

Her Jolly Roger flapping and cracking as it set,

Its skull and cross-bones stark white contrasting on its jet black background,

Screaming its piratical purpose as it crew ran out its firepower,

Then her first warning canon shots splashing across our bow and water spuming our forecastle,

As our crew assumed their battle stations, cutlasses and pistols to hand,

The Captain ordering his gunners to retaliate with a deck raking salvo from our two stern chasers,

Their ball shot peppering the forward exposed crew of our pursuers, her deck running red with their blood,

Momentarily causing her to loose the wind,

While all our sails set and billowed as the wind caught them and we ran like a scared rabbit,

Moving fast now as her next salvo splashed short of our stern,

Then as if by fear of being caught our speed increased,

And thus the distance between us and our evil attackers,

The Master keeping their threat to a minimum by his superior tacking and positioning,

Our ship now with all sails fully hoisted, set to catch our saviour the wind,

Was heading into a safe harbour were we could ask for help from our Allied ships and Navy,

We watched at distance as our pursuers turned and then run down their Jolly Roger, safe at last.