I'll tell you 'bout a captain proud,
A man with seasalt in his beard,
Who knew the hidden pathways all
That other sailors hushed and feared.
Like stone he stood upon the deck,
The winds and waters called his name,
And with his father's sword in hand
The ocean's dangers could he tame.
"For in that blade his father lived,"
They whispered in the darkness still,
"Though death had claimed him years ago,
That metal held his strength and will."
But on one daring venture west
When hunger took the captain's men,
The wizened sailor faced his crew,
Once loyal friends, now traitors ten.
The captain bit back tears of shame,
With every foe he cut in turn.
For though he bested each assault,
His father's honor did he spurn.
And when he reached his final foe,
His former first mate, young and free,
He thrust too far upon the rail
And lost his sword into the sea.
So too did first mate tumble down,
The steel slid through his brazen chest,
To splash into the waves below.
A tombstone for the sword to rest.
Alone, the captain cried and yelled
And almost joined his former crew,
But being wise, he knew too well
That creatures roamed beneath the blue.
Instead he made for nearby land,
Engorged with fever, chills, and dreams,
And barely lived to sail again,
To skirt the ocean's countless seams.
For still he looks to coasts and bays,
In waters still and thunders roared,
For any sign of washed up steel.
To find again his father's sword.
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