Thunder clapping, waves a' snapping,
Oh how I miss that distant shore.
The ship creaks forth from the battering waves.
No one knows what's in store
As the gaping clouds choke the sky.
We maintain our distance
To the approaching isle.
Land ahoy! We cry,
Yet we dare not sail forth.
The rocks that lie low
Would create a fresh hole
In our weathered ship.
We'll turn starboard,
To port we shall sail!
Steer the boat 'round
As the stench of vertigo
Lingers in the air.
We can't dare manage
The impending torrent.
The roaring thunder,
A flash of light;
Flaming skies meet angry waves.
Poseidon's might manifests blind justice
As furious waters fall,
Drenching our ship in cold malice.
A ray of hope still shines hither;
The distant shore a safe haven from storm.
We resist sleep despite our fatigue
To steel ourselves against the impending unknown
That surrounds these seas.
Forward we sail
Against all odds,
Jolly Roger raised high
As rays of morning split the sky.
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