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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the high seas the clipper moves yearning with storms force Parting away the waves splashing magic in lashing waters blue Medusas token head on the fore beam to forswear deep ill omen Seeking to capture devil she pirate with her dubloons on the seas. In the stillness wind captured sails bloom to follow a full moon Shearing through the misty night cascading sheets well braced As timbers creak; the sail ship cuts through like a knife to slide, Float’s flip flop on the sea tides, like a dolphins mate in waters. Course aligned to merge and cross with these amazons wild. The lantern burns near the helmsman tackling bolstered rolls. Throwing shadows on the quarterdeck the compass stabilizes Locked direction mapped intersecting to image point mark. Morning thrills bloom with Ship Ahoy ‘The Golden Arrow’ We heel as sails get shorted with cannon run out commands Taken by surprise the ‘Golden Arrow’ struggles to free sails The Sun behind us we close in to side ram the single Decker. Plunder broadside, armed men to board, our lines hold fast. Their canons fire at random as our armor booms together Causing destruction our men board the surrendering ship Ruthless pirates we take prisoners alive of the she brigade. Sword in hand I move for the Pirate commander running Under the decks ready to fence her breast plates breathe She toils to nick my side as I throw her visor a elbow hit. Arm pit grips her sword hand, she squirms in her struggle. Sea green eyes muffled by the blonde tresses unraveled Outraged succumbed by her exposure, cries for amnesty Fearful lest I take her to be my pet slave for endless toil ‘ceptin’ ye’r m’e L’rd N’ ms’ter, ch’o Eatin’ N’o K’ll. Behind my protective head gear I smile in loves glee. She trembles drops her sword, no more can she flee. O’ = of Th’=the Eatin’=eating
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