The breeze was soft as a pirate’s whisper,
But it drew it’s breath from today.
There was never any doubt that the ship was lost,
As their futures floated away.
They bibbed and bobbed and although
Hobnobbed, they pined for this moment.
This drifting ‘pon the seas.
Them free of dis-ease, fore
The further they look’d
The more they was hooked.
That tomorrow was another day.
Hook em on time, Cappy!