The sunshine edge of dawn crept over the rail. And where glaring, from the mast a sleeping pirate yawned.
Down below the several crew rolled in their cache-all and spun in glimmered gold.
And just above the gulls cried, nay their lament, come forth the night, as a new day spawned fresh crumb.
Serving, therein an insatiable appetite, as well a guttural whale yearned, for larger prey below.
And last the fire rose, here sailed yon pirates.
Famed and evil, shunned the land, yet apart from thine, while each a shoal upon here waters.
New a creature spawned, though spurned by who has come before it.
Nature's rhinestone, a rendered cacophony of devils, where alone this whirl-son may exhale, a pirate, tied between our worlds these outsiders.
Inside out comes, mine thankful oblivion. Amassed these unwanted children, claimed by me, ye sea god.
I have no good fortune for these strangers; thence Iâ??d battered them as infidels.
What have they given me, but booty as challenging my domain?
I am broken for blood, as its taste sickens me. I reveal I wish no more of their dead.
They may claim my surface, and bury lesser foes with that same ferocity.
The same terror bestowed upon me, of desperate men.
