Poem: Ahoy

I felt the heat of the ocean spray hit my face

the coolness of the sun on my skin.

My captain told me to swab the rum

stop drinking the bottle of deck.

The merchant ship hoisted the Jolly Roger

a first mate was in our sights.

Our cannons thrusted us next to them

sails were filled with gun powder.

The booze boarded the merchant ship

stealing the crew and silver coins.

We victoriously set our course for the harlot,

thirsty for the cheap embrace of a tavern.