Cap’n JackBy Dave Miles Copywrite 2009
Off to the east, a blood red moon blazes a sinister light.
The glass is down, and the wind is up, the devil means to fight.
No sleep for thee, you scurvy souls, no fear can make it right
An evil omen, warns Cap’n Jack, will taunt us all this night.
Upon the tilting deck we lean, the ocean’s grip is tight.
Keep faithful to the course we steer, because the devil wants to fight.
Pray hope for thee, you simple swabs, and for your wretched plight.
Use all your skills, pleads Cap’n Jack, to save our souls tonight.
We struggle on past light of dawn which has refused to break
Now rollers pour over our sinking ship, we’re caught in a devils lake.
It’s no easy life you sorry coves, for the sea will always take.
Man the pumps, orders Cap’n Jack, or suffer in Jonah’s wake.
Saint Elmo’s fire roars up our mast, glowing like burning coals
The ship is done and the time has come for the devil to collect his tolls.
He’ll count the losses of your closest kin then add them to his roles.
So say your prayers, warns Cap’n Jack, and save your mortal souls.
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