One Armed Row (day 1684)

Night’s fog had rolled on in
Long voyage to harbour – land ho!
Land at last for this ragged show.
Three fog horns led our fearless captain –
A man too honest for sailor’s gin,
All the way to One Armed Row.
Choicest of ales, where great seamen go,
And also toiled our captain’s sin.

She smiled at all who crossed the hearth:
Fodder for jealous types stuck out in open sea;
Mirth for all at One Armed Row.
Our captain, pure soil of the earth,
Led his men, each as anxious as he
To find what seeds they each could sow.

Orca Sighting (day 1642)

A little moment
I stopped to see
A pod of orcas
Across from me

“Starboard!”
The captain said
I leaned and looked
Found sun instead.

Ho! They played
Above, below,
From every direction
About the sea

Whips and whacks,
Breaching blows,
Whipping tails
And splashing bubbles

Just as they came
We sailed on past
Our ripples crossing
Diverging paths

Captain Black Gun (day 1371)

Never alone he traveled the Seven seas
In sound and perfect harmony
Like wisdom is a memory
Clear blue days were sanctimony.

For our strong Captain whose sea was his own,
We fought together – bonded right strong,
Aligned was his order at once to every cause,
Slave to the Master, Master of us all.

Lost in distances were clear mountain peaks
Of a land no longer home that we’d set off from,
Wives and lovers we’d taken on who
Intently listened for our great song carrying on.

With strength of a thousand men strong
Our ship broke mooring, the voyage was on.
All hands on deck looked forward, ho!
Minds focused intently on journey begun.

Land became imagination that coo’d our souls
Quietly to sleep, rocking to and fro.
To every morning, as we woke to clear day,
Cheap sailors rations to make us row.

Night to day and dark to dawn,
Feign attempts at moving on.
A sailors dream but lasts two days,
Quickly blown and torn away.

It’s here where brotherhood arises,
Amidst thick fog and setting horizons;
A common quest, through all disguises,
Men! Heave-ho! Booty and prizes!

Aye! To think the lot a mere bunch of sailors?
Ruddy men dancing with nightly fancies!
Whence stopped at port, may the best man win!
Captain Black Gun and his notorious escort.

Tis’ not all easy for the roughest of men
Amidst all deceit lives honesty then,
A Pirate’s code delivered in blood
Rests all accused deep below their judgment plank.

And as time comes for setting on,
Morning awaits, mooring long gone,
For silently creaking we steal away
Locked in our treaty of the great Pirate code.

Off again then, land locked lovers lament,
Open sea and sweet smelling air.
All becomes lost, save the fresh smell
Of a clear sunny day and wind in our hair.

So whenever you hear tell of a sailor’s ship
Sailing through the Seven seas at a magnificent clip,
Think to yourself of Captain Black Gun
And the legend that carries the Pirate code strong.

 

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Captain Charles A. Bigoff (day 664)

Captain Charles A. Bigoff
Of the 98th Battalion
Secret commando troupe
Special Ops for behind enemy lines
Reporting for duty Sir

Reconnaissance yesterday
Went as planned
We swooped in on the target
at 2235 Blackberry Lane
Bird feeder was located
Nearby vicinity was swept
No enemy squirrels
None were found
However, we did find tracks
That led into the forest
Which we followed
To the den of the suspect
We found the fox Sir
Two pups and the mother
The bombers took two passes
Dropping the heavy boys
We believe the threat
Has been neutralized Sir
The area is clear for landing

Excellent job Captain
You are dismissed

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No Girls (day 99)

The kids play lazily as the captain he takes aim
The daughter of the third mate, she takes upon his love

The game it begins
And two men grin

The daughter she’ll only take one

Long lasting memories of two voyages previously
Makes the captain and his men

~

Good plans
But a lady on board

To all of their horror
Will prove this ships demise

In the daughters disguise

In all of our eyes
Take heed in the rule of no girls