“Shiver me timbers”

“Shiver me timbers” I heard the Skipper say as I watched the boat sail in the stormy sway.. standing high above the salty sea shore, well beyond the briney waves with their roar..in horror I stood utter mesmerised, would this vessel be alright in this dreadful demise ?

As the sea shook and shuddered the ship either side, It dared it’s veracity from far and wide..boisterously battering the bow of this boat, challenging the Captain to keep it afloat.. but the crew held steadfast on the mast with it’s sail, they could anchor and abandon if all else did fail..such strong salty dogs born and bred on the sea, well-used of it’s raging, angry agility

So I was on a clifftop with this view in my midst, watching the tyrant of a  tempest twist when all of a sudden and from out of the blue, I heard a loud bang from a high rising hue.. the Captain set off a flare to raise the alarm, these men were in danger, his crew was at harm..as the stormy wind blew wild waves gathered great height, defying the dangers this ship fought her fight

Yet her sturdiness stood thru the eye of the rage, a crew of five sailors all trapped in a cage..as sure and as speedy as I saw the storm blow, like a calming caress of a kiss it did go..so tranquility and composure reigned once more as relief overwhelmed me when the boat left the shore..tho I stayed and I stared at the mast and the mizen, till it was gone like a ghost from yonder hazy horizon