”Let’s get away!”
”We can’t this way!”
”Their ship’s too fast. It’s true.”
”No we can’t leave
Our cap to grieve-”
”Oh yeah. I meant that too.”
“No problem there.”
The fairy stared.
“The Redhead's gaining fast.
So, hurry men!
Let’s catch that wind!
Cause second place is last.
… I’m wondering
If they're using
The same wind that we use.”
“I feel like I-
We’ve heard that right?”
“Well, now I’m just confused.”
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”His friends! That way!
There they escape!”
The crew all turned around.
Then I hit Croc.
He dropped. The lock
Yanked hard as he sunk down.
Ere any knew
I made a move
Through an old secret way.
Escaped again,
Like once back when.
It didn’t feel the same.
Though out in sea.
Where mere ladies
Were thought a vicious brood,
I’d lived before
And back aboard
Such rumors would be true.
Hence toward my friends
I swam, but when
I came up once for air,
I was in view.
So, down a few
I swam- and saw her hair.
I stayed awhiles
With them hostiles.
And stepped in front the cell.
To speed my men,
I’d stay and send
Some mutineers to hell.
The crocodile
Lunged in agile
But his hand was too slow.
I backed up and,
The cell gate, slammed,
And it locked through the bone.
Then, ‘neath his sword
He called his horde.
I saw I was trapped in.
”I’ve hid the key.
Now you need me!
You tell them I’m captain!
”No! You’ll kill me.”
”Well, probably.
But you’ll choose how you die.”
”Just kill me then
And face my men,
My second at command.
I may be kneeled,
But ere I yield,
I’ll cut off my own hand!”
”Well, aren’t we all?”
I faced the wall,
But slowly turned around.
Now recognized
(Twas in his eyes),
His sword still wasn’t down.
”Well we’re rich and
At fairyland
We’ll live a million days.
You naive boys
With moral toys
Will just get in our way.
We men can do
What we must. You
Can stay lost and go roam.
Get in our way
And you will pay.
The real men here are home.”
The ferry gasped
And flew out fast.
”Is that a- You’ve been there!”
”Stand down all hands!
I’m in command.
On her, don’t touch a hair.
You all agreed
To follow me
To sea and home again.”
”We are home now,
And anyhow
Now, I’m the ship’s captain!”
“You're lizard kind
Of twisted mind.
Not captain, crocodile!
Now drop your sword,
And stay aboard
Or walk off with your guile!”
“Ho listen men!
Will you get in?
Or let him block the isle?
His lifespan be
Eternity,
But what of rank and file?
Did you agree
To follow greed?
If not, then follow me.”
At last they swayed,
And my group made
Their get away- Not me.
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Once down below,
We all moved slow
Through shadow, junk, and grime.
”So, what’s this style?”
The fairy smiled.
”The Mangy Maritime?”
A new voice spoke.
And others woke,
Within the brig, from sleep.
”That you there, Cap?”
He whispered, “Cap!”
Then boards began to creak.
”Look quick! The key!
But quietly!”
We searched from roof to floor.
More noise upstairs.
”They ain’t no wheres.”
Then fairy got the door.
We snuck along
Now seven strong
The fairy making eight.
No time to sit
And wonder if
Our ride could take the weight.
One thing remained:
The deck, blood-stained,
To cross without a noise.
Then, almost there,
I felt a stare.
And heard, ”Are you lost, boys?”