In a pirates ship, he alone
did speed under full sail,
in smooth, or stormy, troubled seas
from breeze, to wind, to gale.
A soul eclipsed, a shadowed past,
did haunt his weary mind;
and though he sailed the seven seas,
no respite could he find.
From flying jib to quarter deck,
he sailed her true and fast,
but the oceans song could not drown
the voices of his past.
Casting lines into the future,
his tears mingling with rain,
he opened his lonely soul to
the oceans sweet refrain.
Amid siren songs of mermaids
he healed a heart once torn,
and found what he had always been;
a man and pirate born.