I stood alone on the rolling deck
The sails billowing in the gale
The waves crashed wildly across the bow
A poetic backdrop for a sailor’s tale
Barely six days out of port
My crew decided to create a riot
So I had some flogged and chained
Hoping discipline would make them quiet
Yet they turned into a mob
Desiring to take charge on their own
The first mate sought to take command
But his ascension plan I could not condone
I sliced him through his defiant neck
No further use was his head to me
When three more usurpers did charge next
I disposed of their bodies into the sea
The crew tried to once more mass
Hoping that their numbers would surely win
But my officers drew and fired their guns
Erasing lives as though they had never been
We continued to murder without remorse
Killing all of the mutinous crew
When it ended the officers fell asleep
But fearing the worst I slew them too
So now I sail blindly into the night
The storm coveting my eternal soul
For when my ship ends up on the rocks
Into the bowels of hell I will surely go
