The Fate of the Pirate

Flashes of lightning and energy twist, Revealing skies replete with anger. A sailors' gut tells of something amiss; Blind eyes, they sense the danger. All hands below and folded in prayer. Time spent and on the borrow. Trespasses confessed in hasty repent on hopes to see the morrow. It's been the grave of many before and surely will be again. To keep the deep waters cold, it needs these souls of men.