A Fool and His Life...

Once the course correction
was locked in
our trust in the Captain
was fully engaged
to carefully navigate
our vulnerable craft
through the perilous straits 
around the wreckage
of wayward ships past
who carelessly ignored
signs that clearly warned
that jagged rocks unseen
lay just beneath
the seemingly tranquil surface

While it was common knowledge
that our beloved Skipper
enjoyed a wee nip occasionally
for medicinal purposes
to calm his nerves
and level off his stress
there was zero trepidation
from we gullible passengers
that our demise was imminent

Of course the crew knew
as in retrospect
should have been obvious
when they lowered the life crafts
and executed a flawless
quick ship abandonment

At the welcoming party
our fellow ghostly inhabitants
of Davy Jones's Locker
teased we rookie spirits mercilessly
for not only for our naivety 
but lacking the common sense
of many a befallen tragedy fool

Ghosts can be so damn cruel