Plastic Little Pirate Sword

Staring at this glass I'm holding in my hand I wonder why they serve it with a plastic little pirate sword and a storm starts brewing in the sky, up above- CRACK like a lightening bolt from in the sky, up above ...up above. Sword in hand I am the captain here of my ship, staring at my drink I see the waves that break upon the rocks I see new horizons every time i'm turning keel and every time I'm turnin I see new sunsets a'burnin ...sunsets are burning. Bounce off the rocks for a drink or two, all night through, not really sure where I'm going to, don't have a clue, -maybe I'll find a way... -hey, bartender, mister Poseidon now, the tide's gone out, I've beached my ship. and when I look around I see this ain't the place I wanna be. So top me up and set my sails, I know you know that I just want to be free. Sword in hand I am the captain here of my ship, it's not called drinking when you're sailing to another land. No no, thank you, I've never used a crew before and I'll drift like this for days if I need to. And I need to.