Shanghaied

I toweled off my tear soaked face and stitched my heart back into place, I tallied up my circumstance and then I took a ship to France I boarded early after noon, I think it was a night in June I went below because of rain, and when I came back up again, I think I must have had a spell, the sky was dark,I couldn't tell, what was what ,nor,who was who, I didn't know just what to do, A swarthy pirate with a sword, proffered whiskey in a gourd, He slapped my back and sang a song, about a sailor who went wrong, A drunk guy with his belly shaved, by rusty razors,met his grave, with Davy Jones,I think he said, anyway...the bloke is dead. I tried to ask a question here, like "Where is this?" but then I fear, a cannon cracked the sultry night, a sound that filled my soul with fright. Then Captain Jack came swinging down, {a parrot beat him to the ground} He put a pistol in my hand and said.... "Look sharp,it's war, my man!!" A shanghai plot I realized, had taken my life by surprise.