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| By the fifth day I was praying for death for the angel of mercy to hear my plea until I heard a low, melodic hum coming from the skies above me I lifted my head and shielded my eyes as long as my weak arm would hold I saw what I thought were an angels silver wings with a propellar made of gold My heart raced with anticipation I was too dehydrated to perspire I thanked dear God, in His Heaven above that I'd be saved from this saltwater hells' fire |
| As I was taken aboard the rescue ship my thoughts were of my shipmates now gone I screamed in agony as they pulled me aboard as my damaged skin slipped from my bones We had no homecoming, no warm welcome or hello's instead, it was all kept a secret, a dirty little affair our captain was convicted of mishandling the ship we all knew the trial was brutal and unfair I was bitter and hateful from the experience I wanted nothing to do with anyone I came home to Amity, the place I grew up The only place I'll ever call home I took the governments blood money and went looking for a new boat for since I had been gone away my Sarah went down and would no longer float |
| I found an old shrimper, all made of wood abandoned and neglected - it reminded me of me with a little work, scrubbing and fresh paint (and one hundred dollars) we were back at sea Since it was the shark that killed my mother and had killed my shipmates as well I promised myself I'd make them pay I would send them all to hell So I put all of my rages together for the Navy, the sharks and just life I carried out my own shark attacks until I met first wife Her name was sweet Olivia a girl of only nineteen she said she'd always waited by the shore for a weary old sailor like me |
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