fri-end-ship

from the I-shaped metal we set sail to the ocean with a pirate crew over dozen as lightning struck and tide crashes to go over the horizon together has always been the X mark we trailed then there's the cannon boring hole and the mermaid's enchanting call to a single pebble, tied to a rugged rope we drift away to the sea some survived remained ashore keeping stone to be afloat being a rock is to keep adore a new ship, as the old one's sunken with few and enough crew despite the artilleries and the abyss pull