Voyage of Voyages
Cannons are filled with gunpowder-
dozens of cannon balls sorround them;
men's muskets are cocked,
and bayonets firmly fixed against their mouths;
the ship furiously sails forward, leaving behind
terrace-shaped ripples on both sides.
Captain Redbeard is not taking any chances
in capturing the treasure map that leads
to the City of Gold.
British men-of-war are a few miles away;
the English Queen is ready for war
in South America.....
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