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Legend Of The Black Dove
(Part 5) "Adventures On The High Seas"
The quicksand has claimed one victim, the fleeing horse and the real
Black Dove is trapped underneath the quicksand. He manages to grab the
horses tail and climb on the side of the horse and with brute strength
jumps clear of the sand onto firm ground, he also manages to rescue
the imposter from the sand, he was unconscious but still alive. Moments
later the kings guards arrive. They decide to unmask the Black Dove,
but to their surprise, they find Jack Wild behind the mask. Norrington
can hardly believe what he sees, as Jack Wild had died in the mine
having being impaled on a pinnacle, Wild tells him he was
his twin brother Luke, and pledges to kill the Black Dove the moment he
finds him. The soldiers cart him off with the other prisoners, and
Norrington is taken back to Norrington Manor. When he arrives he
is greeted by his friend and butler Bill Jenkins, who said he has booked a
passage for them both on a ship heading for South America. He was asked
for assistance in a landowner's dispute in Monteray (California). They board
the ship and moments later she leaves for California. The ship is seaborne for
two days when they are attacked by a pirate ship. Norrington and Jenkins
are in their cabin when the ship is boarded by pirates. The pirates capture
all crew members and approached the cabin were Norringtoan and Jenkins
are standing. Moments later as they entered the cabin, they see one man
standing there with a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. It is the
Black Dove. The pirates attack him as he shoots one pirate and starts fighting
with the other. He escapes the cabin and tries to find a hiding place but is
seized by three more pirates and taken on deck. The Captain of the pirates
decides to make him walk the plank. His hands are bound and he is been
weighted down with heavy chains, then forced to walk the plank, He is
pushed into the ocean and as he goes down quickly to the bottom, the
pirates laugh at his ill fortune.......Has the Black Dove drowned in the sea?
What will become of Bill Jenkins trapped alone on the ship ?
Don't miss "Peril At Sea" Part 6 next time.
Written 3rd May 2013
Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder and some theft.
You'll find us as your hosts on the sunny Barbary Coast
and from there we venture forth to ply our trade
we've been out leaving them for dead from the Atlantic to the Med
before we skittle off back home our fortunes made
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
As I previously stated we all get inebriated
from our copious imbibing of the grog
our excuse is there's no Cola in the bars of Hispaniola
which is why we need the hair of the dog
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Got a woman in Bermuda and another in Tortuga
and they give me lots of lovin' for some coins
and although they're very foxy they're just both a pair of doxies
which I'm sure explains the rash around me groin
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Now we're really no buffoons when it comes down to doubloons
and our treasure chests are burstin' at the seams
then old Blackbeard started spouting about doing our accounting
so I said (before I shot him) 'in your dreams'
(ye chorus)
As we skirmish the Atlantic I was starting to get frantic
since the one thing on my voyage I've always feared
is the men who've not been coming for a while across some women
have all started wearing lipstick, which is weird
(arr, the chorus again)
Well it's reached that point me hearties where we anchor down and party
so me shipmates here on board I'd like to thank
though the mix of food and beer has now given me diarrhea
which is why I've made our cook just walk the plank
(for thee last time, chorus, arrrr)
September 17th 2015, 'A pirate's life for me' contest, sponsor Kelly Deschler
(Author's note- there are several spellings of diarrhea, but it doesn't matter, they all have 'arr' in 'em, me hearties)
Eternity; it’s a concept our mind cannot perceive.
It begins when a little bird wears down a marble the size of the earth with its little wing 1000 times.
People's thoughts; something that not even 100 percent of our brains understand.
An endless night, miles of stars, beyond the universe; no matter how far we look, we are not going to gain that ability
A perfect world; our simplistic thoughts and ideas will never interpret this idea
Before the world said, “chaos is my best friend” it was a Lion in a battlefield, there was an infinite spectrum of possibilities, but now, the thought of that is quite unimaginable.
Love life; our intentions are different than our needs. Therefore, we will never understand until we find the right one.
Love is a camera, full of memories. Love is an ocean that runs miles wide. Love is a boat floating on the sea and can only be broken if the ship is sinking down. It cannot be sunken until someone throws little stones at it, quite like words. Love is a flute continually played. The beautiful, fluent, flowing sounds of love begin to fade after a while.
Thoughts; nobody can explain why they occur.
Thoughts are a storm, loud but unexpected. Storms are sometimes expected, but that's only if you predict them. Same with thoughts. Ideas are wings and are always in motion, moving with the wind like clouds. They are in one place at one time but then disoriented in a split second. The way the wind moves shape the clouds into a whole different figure- just the same with people’s actions.
Attitudes; yet another thing we cannot understand. Why can some be so happy and some so sad?
Some have anger bottled up inside and have a thin sheet of trust while some have blankets made of hope that they sleep with every night. Some are sailing on a sea of uncertainty and use their sea of umbrellas to cast away other people's shade. Some decide to walk the plank and end their lives.
Phrases are the worm on a hook that you cast into the river. You can catch a fish, but you can’t get the bait back.
Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.
There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But also quite vain and spoiled rotten.
She had a semi-private
Affair with a pirate
That would be but for me now forgotten.
The pirate, Mad Jack, was bloodthirsty and crude,
When upset, he'd explode, blow his top off.
Merchant vessels he sank,
Made their crews walk the plank,
Or, more rudely, their heads he would lop off.
One day Princess Daphne set out to sea
With her maid, they were bound for Majorca.
But the maid, in a gale,
Was swept over the rail
And inhaled by an asthmatic orca.
Lifeboats were lowered, the crew clambered in
And rowed quickly away, only thinking
Of saving their own necks,
Not the princess below decks
Left alone on a wreck that was sinking.
Then through the storm a ship hove into view,
At first Daphne thought it would dodge her.
But before she could hail her,
She felt courage fail her,
From its mast flew a vast Jolly Roger.
When Princess Daphne was brought before Jack,
She was haughty but thought he was handsome.
But to his greedy eyes
This fair royal prize
Represented a shipload of ransom.
But Jack was still human, Daphne was too,
And soon they were sharing their privates.
To his quarters she moved
And his crew all approved,
No one loves a love tale more than pirates.
But what of the ransom, yet to be paid?
Well, here the plot gets even deeper.
The stingy king said to Jack,
"No, I don't want her back.
It's cheaper for me if you keep her."
So Princess Daphne became Jack's sea wife,
And though common, but not mandatory,
When they became parents
They stopped being pirates
And passed peacefully out of the story.
For now then, my dears, that's the end of my tale,
An adventurous one hard to equal.
But, if I may be so bold,
And there's more to be told,
It may one day unfold in a sequel.
I woke up this morning.. and if GOD willing u woke up too..
Cause if you’re looking at the sky that I am that means we’ve made it through!!!!
To another day….But what’s to be expected?? Through the mind it may drift,
As we break into the day like thy unknown abyss… It’s always a risk.
But we take it all the same, though we may come from different places have different color faces and for each a different name….
The certainty of it all is that were all up against the same fake... And from that fact there’s no mistake….
Though we may take different paths ….Trying to hold on to the rush of life for as long as it may last…
And that rush can come from many different things…If it’s unknown to us or we don’t agree we’ll deem it strange..
Then stand in judgment staring waiting to slander and defame,.
For no greater reason than that what brings you joy and happiest, Isn't for them and with no relation, brings frustration, for their life is lived moment to moment in restraint..
A open mind is the same as being forced to walk the plank
Really feeling the lack of joy and happiest is what makes them want to offer you their pain….
But a woman like me knows how to take shelter from their rain…
For GOD woke me up this morning!!! I feel blessed and so should you.
But if not!!! Hey that’s ok too….
Because every day I wake I take refuge in the fact that I’ve lived and I am very aware of the EVIL MAN WILL DO!!!
And who I am he knows all about and I have faith that he’ll see me through.
So I step into my day strong forever feeling eyes.... Which isn't a surprise,
But I’m so grateful to be here!!!
That even with all the persecution and hate around me I'll be stepping without a care.... .
For he woke me up this morning and I always feel him near.
The world's pre and misjudgments of me have no penetration there's no relation just frustration.
That my father told me that he is the only one whom shall FEAR.
So you go and have a wonderful day my dear!!!
A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness.
And we call it wisdom. It is pain."
The first bike I ever owned --
when I was ten or eleven --
was a Christmas gift
from a friend. He was receiving a new one
and I was gifted with his old bike.
He had cleaned it up and brush painted it
with a nice coat of red paint.
It was the only gift I got that year,
one of my only gifts as a child.
I loved that bike:
it freed me to pedal around so
I could accompany my friend
as we rode anywhere in our tiny,
sandy, two-paved-road fishing town.
Before the bike, I ran alongside him.
I was quite accustomed to running everywhere,
especially in summer, barefoot, usually shirtless.
Most years from first grade
until we were about twelve,
we spent our time together,
at his house or in imaginary jungles
or on wild, indian-infested wagon train trails.
We defended those trails from apaches
intent on taking our scalps.
Sometimes, on pirate ships, we manned canons
or forced reluctant traitors and mutineers
to walk the plank for failures and misdeeds.
We were never bored, usually outdoors.
On jungle safaris we were frequently attacked
by ferocious lions and tigers and
often captured by cannibal head-hunters
who put us into large pots to cook us
while dancing all around and brandishing
their spears. They sang or chanted
amazing, invented language repetitive
verses overloaded with frequent "ughs'
and tongue-twisting nonsense phrases.
His mother served us gallons of Kool Aid,
gave us snacks we ate with relish.
With a child’s trusting nature,
I hoped this could never end –
I felt secure in friendship and
apparent acceptance by
my friend’s parents. Of course,
things did change.
But..........I did not.
Not for a long, long time.
"dedicated to Robert a Owen...a soldier who served"
bombing the monster and his minions to
on the side of the right,the just,and the true
bullets hit the bird called B-17...falling fast to earth with a shrieking savage scream
end of the dream for super heroes of the sky...pull the rip cord or surely i'll die
hit the ground with a thud but safe in the mud
devils army closes in like snarling twisted thugs
still alive but taken prisoner to a POW camp
freezing cold in dead of winter the commandant laughs...as he bakes the bombadeers the whole camp just gasps
their thoughts can't grip the horror and their minds can't grasp the madness
soldiers think of simple times before this storm of sadness
the bright and the shiny is now charred black and blue
leaving pieces of our souls in stalag 42
one year of darkness days...cold confusion...frozen hearts
like insanity intrusions bad beasts they bite and bark
but hark...we hear the distant rumble of planes,trains and tanks
soon the tables will be turned
soon the wicked walk the plank
most to their ultimate demise and ugly doom because nobody escapes from
stalag 42
liberation comes in red...soviets with sadistic smiles...the slaughter soon begins
cause they've walked a monsters mile
no bullets,bats,or boots...no the leader shows his sickle
now swastikas they scream cause they know their time has trickled
one hundred heads chopped off like pickles...blood saturates the stump
brutal nazis meet their maker in that human garbage dump
a lie would be better but it has to be the truth...evil thoughts can't be erased from
stalag 42
years they pass and days go by just like they always do
at the bottom of a bottle is where i live cause i can't trade the bad for the good
like slices of sadism in bloody drowning pools
can i rest in peace forever?far away from stalag 42
RIP paw paw Owen
Oh, I remember back, when young -
the pirate tales from grandpa's tongue -
where peg-legged men with but one eye
had sought their treasures, chanced to die.
Now Captain Pirate had a hook
and he cared not from whom he took.
He boarded ships and stole their goods -
then hid his treasures in the woods.
And on the ship he had some men -
who helped him rob now and again.
At times they partied and they drank.
If one was rude, he'd walk the plank.
Now this old pirate wasn't fair -
and got so drunk he didn't care.
It didn't matter who he killed -
just so his humor was fulfilled.
A wee bit close, I happened near -
lost both my boots and lost my gear.
They tied me up that very night.
My wrists had hurt. The rope was tight.
Then one pulled quick, his shiny sword -
and threw me on that weathered board.
The ocean deep, the water black,
I felt his sword pressed in my back.
So I stepped out - again, again,
with nudges felt from earthly sin.
The steps I took were very short
but that old plank gave me support.
I thought quite quick but took some pause -
reflecting on life's silly laws.
So blinded by life's codes and rules,
I had nothing - them, the jewels.
Hoping here on earth I'd stay,
I stepped through life from day to day.
And this I knew - could not pretend -
this plank was short. There was an end.
My weight pushed low the outer ledge.
My toes could feel the very edge.
No turning back, what's done is done,
no place to turn, no place to run.
Our bodies end with earthly goals
as all life ends, but not our souls.
Emotions quake, as body shakes,
but after death, the soul awakes.
Oh, they held truth (though they got old)
those pirate tales that grandpa told,
but futile is a life that's wed -
with both the soul and body dead.
©2009 louis gander
Out apon the sea.
Its hard to catch some relife.
Or find some time to set willy free.
It's a priates life no need to back your
bags.
Just grab a pint.
When in port avoid the sea hags.
Swab the decks and please if
ya gotta puke lean over the side.
Be a good little sea bandit
or you'll be learning were Davey Jones does
reside.
We got fish for breakfest supper and lunch.
Can somone please help the captain.
ya know with a hook for a hand its easy to
get your pants in a bunch.
I gotta walk the plank again ?
Hey it's really rude sticking me with that knife.
It sure would be nice if we put this ship in the water.
Do more than drinking and dreaming of the pirates life.
I really dont trust a captian with a poodle.
It really gets old being harrased.
And cleaning up fee fee's doodle
Dont let Larry steer.
After the tenth time it gets old.
running a ground to go fetch a beer.
No sir I dont belive we'll run into the loch ness monster
off the jersey shore.
No I dont belive the worlds flat.
And I dont care if the five year old first mate swore.
The crows nesk is a perfect place to hide from your
wife.
Were heading the wrong way check the gps.
Yes I really cant take this pirates life.
Yes captian I really doubt A mermaid stole
all the rum.
What's the catch of the day?
Sea monster sure I'll have some.
The captian is crabby and it's time for the
first mates nap.
The cook isnt crying cause he's choppin onions
Its cause he finished the briges of Madison County
yes he's a bit of a sap.
It's probaly not best to duel with a butter knife.
As we set sail yes mam we''ll have the first mate
back befor sundown.
It's kinda messed up living this modern pirates life.
We in a jungle: Raw meat and endless sweat,
Jobs hard, but dreams are even harder
Cause we always wake up from them,
So lets imagine:
It ain't Sunday but her name-
be ringing bells; so lets begin
I walk around like searching for something,
my mind on stand by,
What does that mean?
Im waiting, like gods coming...
Dancing around the fire:
Talking about mass murder;
And strange blood thirsty creatures
Abducting baby's, stealing DNA:
To recreate new breeds of master villains,
We just rats to this system,
Wired: following in the same tracks;
losing our footsteps: so we lost-
Cause we chasing our minds,
Like dogs chasing their tails;
Like this story leads to a happy ending
Man we die cause of our dreams and ambitions,
We all have goals but not all will make it so its a rumble,
this is a jungle from lions and snakes to
wolves and Sheppard's the farm we in,
So we plant dreams to grow our ambitions
The gift and the curse
Love and hate, the parallel worlds;
So we think, formulating new ideas
To create new things;
So we sink in our dreams
The hell created by the mind
Payed by the body, so we suffer
Call it suicide cause we killing ourselves,
From stress to unknown diseases;
The more we want the more we suffer
Life isn't get any easier but will we ever get it?
No, cause we waiting to be saved
So we walk the plank
The earthly soup mixed with toxin's
To make that lethal poison,
The gas chamber we in,
Breathing polluted air:
cause we created way to much factories;
Formed our greed and mutated us into: Zombie consumers,
man these no stopping us: blood thirsty monster,
Devouring everything insight:
the dinosaurs and the comet might fall.