All hands were lost

Below the waves

Crashing upon the deck.

Down blew the wind up

Every sail, every mast

Fallen to the gnashing waves.

Gilded masthead tearing

Holes in the sides,

If such a masthead there ever was.

Jove scowled and howled at

Kraken cracking through

Leviathan’s prize.


Masts floated on the waves.

Miss me.

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