Come Young Pirates, Part V I I I - Exceeding Thresholds Of The Sea Poem by Captain Cur

Creatures that swim our witness be
Exceeding thresholds of the sea,
Rounding the Cape, great west winds sang,
Riggings in chorus with thump and clang,
Tilting, swaying our blood in a rush
In deep red sun our sails did blush;
Sidewinding hysterical waves
Striking like the edge of a blade
The arm of the sea careless flung
Swirling high perpetually swung
With axe like blows, watery spears,
Hunted, like a fleet footed deer
With broad swords, bows, arrows galore
To hang our trophy in her hoard.
White teeth and skulls her shelf adorns
Hanging below the Viking horns,
There grins a sailor when he died
Little fish in his socket eyes
Where trader's fur and skins unite
To keep the ocean warm at night
Pennants and flags on rocky posts
Still being waved by their dead hosts
Thousands of ships tiling her floor
Still she's greedy for just one more
Scattered around a million bones
Skirting about their liquid home.