(basic rhyme scheme, but I like it)
Ever so gently dealt a dead man's hand
Ever so suddenly jumped ship and swam
Chilled to the bone, the wind as my cradle
Rocked to sleep swaddled in filth and in hazel
Waves cresting over empty head left abandoned
My games, my ship, my condemned warmth heavy-handed
Stories told like prayers, as salted as the fishes
Plague doctor's assistants with cancer in their wishes
Quarantine the entire fleet, the rats are all just rabies and teeth
They are the patients of failure, with no patience for failures
Tie away, boys, tie the iron bones to the anchors
The navigator mistook the poison for rum
And now our course is onward to sickness and sun
Carried so gently by death's cool hand
That old iron gray ocean rusted by land
And when that bow breaks, and the iron comes crashing
The rats start feeding the sailors their rations
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