The Jolly Rogers
The waves break upon the bow as the wind gust fills the sails.
The Jolly Rogers flies above and the sailors tell their tales.
When suddenly a ship is spotted exactly where their course is plotted.
The sailors scramble to man their guns, as thy sky is ablaze with the setting sun.
The tension builds as the ships converge.
The guns open up and the decks are purged.
Men cross from ship to ship, the swords clash and the muskets whip.
Soon the battle has been won almost as soon as it had begun.
The pirates cheered and threw their hats, then claimed their booty from the hold like rats.
The beaten crew was set adrift and the cannons finished the broken ship.
Copyright © Terry Burns | Year Posted 2013
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