And, there she was!
As the first rays of a summer morn,
escaped its horizon and kissed me ship forlorn,
there, she swayed to the tantrums of a calming tide,
singing a song no sailor would fear, wearing a smile like a virgin bride.
Ahoy me wretched lasses! For she aint one among you, landlubbers;
for, I see pearls of salt adorning her brow, a gift of the seas, where no winds blow.
Sailing me ship, to the north of Carina,
I aint left no choice, to halt me voyage and give her a name. "Let me call you, Serena"
"Join me on me haul, I'll adorn you with me finest plunder and treasures untouched;
you'll be me bride of an old salt, ain't no one here to touch you, or he shall be lynched"
Aye! She came near, slithering, and leaned over on the deck, lips leaking like a dredge;
squiffy and seduced, me captain hummed the sailors' last song, and scurried to the edge.
They kissed like lovers separated by many a nightly horizons,
as she dragged me captain into the depths of the ocean, locked in the kiss of unholy treason.
Ahoy me wretched lasses! For she aint one among you, landlubbers;
for, I saw pearls of salt adorning her brow,
a gift of the seas, where no winds blow.
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