The Queen Anne’s Revenge
Early one winter foggy morn,
The safety of my bed I scorned!
A decision I may yet come to mourn.
Upon the sea I was adrift,
Fishing from my tiny skiff;
When from the rolling fogbank,
Sounds of ghostly cannon roared.
Above the din a hollow voice,
Barked its orders “its sink or swim.”
The ship came into view! Upon its deck!
A giant black bearded ghost!
Cutlass swinging too and fro, ’
Bellowing his ghastly challenge!
Maynard, you devil I’ll send thee’ to hell!
With unearthly crew, he’s doomed to dwell,
In this unearthly fogbank, from hell!
As ship sailed past his haunted gaze fell.
Upon me his blazing eye’s seemed to set,
The fire within them I would not soon forget.
I began to think on my own sins with regret!
As the ship grew distant it soon began to fade,
I heard that awful wail as for my soul I pray!
Don’t make the mistakes Edward Teach made.
The silence broken only by ghostly cannonade,
As my tiny skiff rode high upon the waves!
I pulled my oars and rowed for leeward shore,
My once brave soul chilled to its very core,
I would fish these haunted water’s no more.
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