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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Arrhhh… this be a rewrite of a yarn I told, which truly wasn’t tawdry alas, I can but wonder if some thought it would be bawdy. The ‘Neptune’s Daughter’ was a fiction, No inuendo there She’s now the ‘Master Of The Wind’… (no hint of feotid air)] * Fifty fathoms ’neath the sea aboard the ‘Master Of The Wind’ The captain guards his plunder from the many times he sinned For twenty years he floundered in a cell; Twas dank and cold They let him out, he set about stealing ships and gold The captain’s bones now walk the deck, three hundred years gone by He never took a lifeboat and he’s never wondered why A pirate in his lifetime of debauchery and pleasure A pirate till the end when he went downwards with his treasure The air was warm, there came a storm which livened up the swell And all the crew were fearful of a sunken trip to hell The captain had no fear of death or being food for fish… He also had a little dog and just one final wish He gave the mate the dog and said, “Please save him from the sea.” The mate said, “Aye aye, cap’n, you can put your faith in me.” He took the dog, the captain’s log and eventually The captain’s log without the dog has found its way to me My dad was in the navy, and my Grandpa before he And all my grandpas going back two hundred years or three But there’s an awful truth that scares the daylights out of me The ocean wild took all the sailors in my family Now, the captain’s log said, “There be gold aplenty in the hold.” And many of my forbears went on missions that were bold But the waves above the ‘Master Of The Wind’ would steal their breath And drag their mortal souls down to a cold and murky death But tales of old that mention gold, do things inside your head And make a person reckless as he seeks the ocean bed But as I’ve not been navy trained, I’m not a brainwashed man And so I set about concocting my own master plan… The upturned bucket on my head is there so I can breathe And this bit is the bit I know you ain’t gonna believe In faith and hope I trust this rope will do as it is told And take me safely to the hold I know is full of gold I guess this won’t surprise you, but my plan was full of holes I’m sitting on a shipwreck like a thousand mortal souls The captain of the ‘Master Of The Wind’, beneath the sea Said, “You shall dwell forever here to act upon my plea.” He said, “I prayed the fates would bring your carcass here to me, The blood inside your veins gives you responsibility.” Well, how was I supposed to know that I happened to be Descended from the man who threw his dog into the sea? He said, “You’ll scour the seven seas to find my dog for me.” And then he introduced a crew of my own ancestry So now I ‘sail’ the oceans with my ancient family On the ‘Master Of The Wind’ beneath an ever hungry sea
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