In the ship's dark hull are whispered lies As slaves and pirates stumble on alibis Broken before the mast and the evil of eyes The tales told don't matter in a sea of lies
These are believed in on the path to destruction When we ignore the good book's instruction All pirates know and it is deeply understood That the path of Satan's lies leads to no good
A lie is a lie is a lie for those alive as strangers To the dark side of mischief that leads to dangers Each is ready to set the back streets on wildfire If that's what it takes to quench their driven desire
Will it be mayhem or a swallow of wretched pride That emerges at the door and into the other side Decisions are made often to the price of us all The story ends where pride takes its destined fall
Misdeeds grow by way of legendary disputation Grown tall as the tales of a pirate's reputation There will be no repentance nor sliver of hope When a pirate's neck snaps at the end of rope
The crew awaits its further instruction With no path out but assured destruction There will be no mercy ever shown In a pirate's life lived in parts unknown
But as sure as it is that loyalty is bound It will be confronted off the shore of Nassau town It's hard, if not impossible, to put trust in Any pirate's oath written in his blood and sin
(c) July 12, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along