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Aye, now where was I before i began speaking in tongues through others....
Ah yes.
For several more
weeks of that year he did love her,
One day he came crying, "I've torn her asunder."
Raised in one hand was a bottle
of gin,
In the other a stocking, and an ankle within.
We all saw the madness, but what should we do?
She had started
to smell, now she fell apart too.
The rotund ship surgeon, cowered far in a corner,
Steed saw him and smiled, "Fix her
up, that's an order."
No one ever set eyes on that fat man again,
No one saw him come out, and nobody went in.
We
drifted at sea, with Miss Pound down below.
All feared the Capt, he was mad don't you know.
He was twice a man's size,
and twice a man's speed,
To attack him? A foolish decision indeed.
So we waited and watched and hoped for land soon,
Sometimes
men grew sick, the thought ---Capt'n's room.
"Land-ho," the nest cried,
we all smiled for joy.
Stalwart came forward
and seemed quite annoyed.
"Out
to sea we shall go,"
at dusk, he announced.
"But we need food. We need water.
We need something else."
The
men had decided,
they'd had quite enough,
They would defy Stalwart Steed
no matter how tough.
His sword flashed
about
and soon claimed several lives,
"Mutiny brings you death,"
he bellowed and cried.
But we had him outnumbered,
forty to one.
He took out sixteen, but the deed had been done.
<Keep's face grows weary>
Aye, 'tis
sad, and there be more. But it shall wait til the next cycle methinks.
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