An Ominous Night

sailed into the pirate moon, is what we did, South of the Indies with that whipper boy kid. our clipper ship was bound toward Jamaica now We would get there somehow, none of us knew how the moon was frightening, the clouds were disappearing fast. The only sounds were snoring, I lay down beside the mast. An ominous night, frightening, swallowed up by this moon. I heartily prayed that I might be shakened awake soon.