Shipmate's Revenge ( Mythical Tale )

In those days when tall ships sailed and roamed the seven seas,
There were pirates and their plunder and bloody mutiny's.
A merchant ship was taken by a wild and savage crew,
How many good men killed that day, no one ever knew.
But the Navy at that time "God bless" took the good ship back and bold!
And put those ruthless mutinies deep down in the hold.
But as she crossed the open bay to nestle in her port,
A mighty storm blew rough and wild and brought her to a halt.
She held the men and spoils she gained, for the good of justice sake,
But the storm was strong and she was no match in its unrelenting wake.
So down she went with every man the Navy's Captain too,
Descending to the fathoms deep, in the cold and murky blue.
But a mutineer escaped this plight the one and only one.
No guilt or thought whatever for the deeds that he had done
This prisoner of mutiny the devil on his side,
Escaped the ship and left his shipmates sinking in the tide.
Thinking only of the gold he let his mateys drown,
Down and down they weny a gasping ,till they made no sound.
He made himself a hero and settled at the inn,
By the cobbled streets above the bay, where he lived a life of sin.
He called himself a Captain and often bragged the day,
That he tried to save his shipmates, of the wreck out in the bay.
He was clearly not a Captain but lowly pirate scum,
Who else would leave his mates to sink and perish one by one.
His conscience it would pr*ck him as he'd lay awake at night,
But now they all were coming to thank him for their plight.
For one night! a vicious storm eased the tall ship from her grave,
Smashing her upon the beach wave by mighty wave.
Skeletons laid on the shore spirits from the past,
Souls set free to feed upon their angry wrath at last.
A rumbling murky mist arose , out from the frothing swell,
Screaming like tormented souls surging out of hell.
Through the narrow streets it rolled like a suffocating fog,
Turning all around about to a dank and dingy smog.
When the storm subsided, locals came to comb the shore,
Looking for what they could find 'twas the Captain that they saw.
The tide was out when they found him, his pockets full of gold,
To heavy to swim he'd sank and died, he laid there dead and cold.
His mouth and eyes were open and his skin was drawn and tight,
He looked like he had been to hell and died there in the night.
O' what a bounty he had found,
But far to heavy and so he drowned.

                     TjHatton   23/06/13.