Captain Morans Angels

Captain Moran never gave up hope. We were being tossed like washrags. Many pirates of our crew were brutally ill. The waters of the Caribbean were dangerously dark. Some of the rest of us wanted him to turn back to the cape. Captain Moran kept the clipper steady as he could. Holding the wheel in the most adverse of circumstances. It was so dark in the evening, we thought devils were afoot. Many discussed a mutiny. I was not one, but I was close. On the eighth day the sky opened up right in the middle. The sun showed herself, grinning and kicking with glee. Right above where the Captain was holding the wheel. Captain Moran acted like it was usual. We all knew it was anything but. He is blessed, our captain, by special angels.