A Seafarer's Pledge

Unto the rocks chiseled by the waves of those nearly dead,
Shall we find ourselves crawling on as we catch our longed for breaths?
Our knees and limbs grazed will sting from the salt so sharp,
And our throats shriveled from the water's overdose.
Look upon this vessel and tell me of its competence.
Will it sink under the blood of Oceanus?
Or will it surpass to sail the seven seas?
We are to head to the Balearic Islands,
Where we will sell our produce in return for our men's tobacco.
If you observe she is ready then we journey by tomorrow.
It is but a bargain of life I choose to encounter for the benefit of my pocket and own.
Say you are a true man of this ship otherwise leave for a blacksmiths stone.
The tides shall not spare a life on its skin for who does not have pursuit,
More so than the men who navigate with desire they can tribute.
My confidence in her will be on your word,
But my faith will remain sequestered.
Before dusk must you shed final light of your inspection.

19/01/14
Caroline Schmiermann