Captain Sorrow

I hope the sail ships; wreck
there will be nothing left
a mutiny across deck; aboard 
a hole where the anchor lyes
bilged on her anchor 
one mans sword
no more (avast ye)
the sea trembles 
a rip in the tide; red skies
wake the captain 

Battling, the man o war
swift in the wind 
Last land, set sail to 
heave ho
captain barks 
orders marked 

many hands make little work. Whilst,
enemy ships lurk in the presence. 
among the deck,
a black spot set; terror
fear in the eyes of the men 
stick a cork in it
last sail ye set sea 
vast, the wind gulfs
paddle down stream 
merrily about