The Ghostly Pirate Ship

There was a ghostly pirate ship,
Just sitting on the shore,
All beaten and badly damaged,
Apparently from a war.

No one was there in sight,
Just ragged sails were flying,
Must have been a terrible fight,
With all the ship's crew dying.

It looked like maybe a cyclone,
May have brought the ship ashore,
And by the looks of all we found,
Must have been quite a war.

The ship looked old and haggard,
On shore for quite some time,
No way to tell what brought them here,
No cargo no treasures did we find.

There was an awful eerie feeling,
When boarding that old ship,
To find it deserted with only weapons,
For a fight and an old leather whip.

Our guess is that the Captain,
Was a cold, hard hearted man,
That played his game with men,
To gain just what he can.

They were ruthless tough characters,
You had to watch them close,
If things weren't just like they wanted,
You may not make the coast.

The skull and bones were flying high,
Way above all sails,
So everyone would be able to see,
We're not all by ourselves.

An angry crew could take control,
Of any merchant ship,
For their crew was tough and mean,
They lived aboard prepared for every trip.

The ship was in real danger,
Wedged between some rocks,
A wind so strong to move the ship,
Could have caused the ship to dock.

Destroying it completely was a fear,
But Pirates had their way,
If they could capture a better vessel,
They'd move in there and stay.

They were and are a selfish crew,
That roams the sea today,
It's always been the pirate's dream,
To rule the water ways.

I don't believe most pirates,
And maybe none at all,
Have families to be responsible for,
They're free to make their calls.

It's a life like no other I guess,
Selfish, lonely and filled with hate,
And certain danger for anyone,
To try to change a mate.

Best left alone the mysteries of the sea,
And pirate's plans for war,
They fight with guns and swords,
They're bad down to the core.

Only curiosity would make one wonder,
What piracy would be like,
From History we have learned,
It was one big bloody fight.

Faye Reyenga © 9/21/2008
freyenga@arkansas.net