Seafaring Irony

Its course is set by tended wheel A man of salt stands at the helm Not led by maps, but stars reveal The far off island, called King’s Realm The spray of mist falls fast upon The rough exterior of this man With squinted eyes, to see the dawn The island shows up just as planned A smile he forms with stogy stuck This one man crew now sees his gold He’ll gain fortune, which is his luck He knew his destiny, it was foretold But, had he forgotten stories, well The rocks enslaving the islands wealth For not many men had lived to tell Of the pierced ships and stolen health Alas, an inlet that’s sure to guide He’ll then cast anchor to make shore For truth, the riches cannot hide He’ll take them all, then take more But, at very last, a wave broke course A bed of rocks became his berth When more had come with sounding force That assured him then of island’s curse Now, splinters of his ship do drift As he so watches from the shore The destruction came ever swift For lot of gold, he wants no more A ship is what he wants for sure