One-Eyed Jack
By Josh Watkins
One-eyed Jack,
Scourge of the seven
seas.
The wind at his
command,
It bows below his
knees.
The blade on his
belt,
Clings firmly to his
side;
It deals menacing
blows,
While controlling a
battle’s tide.
His face bears many wounds,
Each pulsing with
hate;
Fear rules his foes’
hearts,
For death is their
ultimate fate.
Treasure is his lust,
Gold his only love.
Diamonds emblaze his
fingers,
Emeralds, his battle
glove.
There on the horizon,
A mighty ship he
spies.
Tis a Spanish galleon,
A vast and noble
prize.
The sea grows cold
and gray,
For blood is about to
be shed,
A deadly battle is
about to rage,
Soon to turn the once
blue waters red.
He hoists the Jolly
Roger
To the top of the
mast,
Sending the captain a
message,
This battle is to be
his last.
The captain turns his
vessel,
And opens the cannon
doors,
How he longs to be
fighting
Back on the English
moors.
“Be brave!” the
captain shouts
“This brigand we must
slay!
To his Maker he must
go;
For his evil deeds he
must pay!”
The captain could now
see Jack’s eye,
His cold and deadly
stare,
Neither man backed
down,
Both ready to face
the guns’ flare.
Jack grinded his
teeth,
The captain clenched
his fists,
“OPEN FIRE!” they
both yelled,
And the guns blazed
through the mist.
Iron balls tore
through the sky,
Splintering wood and
goring flesh,
Men lay dead in the
sea,
The decks are a
bloody mess.
The captain makes a daring charge,
Sailing within mere
feet,
Fearing not the
imminent danger,
One-eyed Jack he soon
shall meet.
The ships suddenly
collide,
With a splintering
crash.
Pirates board the
galleon,
Blades of cutlasses
flash.
The captain sees the
white of Jack’s eye,
And his menacing
grin.
His hand he places
upon his sword
Praying this isn’t a
sin.
The captain and Jack drew
their steel,
Clashing in a fiery
rage,
Bullets flew, men
fell,
Chaos filled the
stage.
The established
sea-men
Could not push back
the scum
They moved by the
will of demons,
Fueled by fire and
rum.
The captain was
losing,
Jack’s crew had him
beat.
Their future looked
grim,
There was no retreat.
Suddenly there was a
violent blast,
Two gapping holes
were made.
Both ships were
doomed,
A noble sailor’s debt
was paid.
Jack roared with
rage,
His eye became blood
red,
Seeing all that gold
Spilling onto the sea
bed.
The disturbed pirate
lost control,
Swinging wildly to
strike a blow.
But the captain
fought on,
Changing the battle’s
flow.
The pirates tried to
retreat,
But their sloop had
just sunk,
They were now like
rats
Trapped on a Chinese
junk.
Jack made a run for
the gold,
As his crew abandoned
ship,
He took a blade
across his back
And a bullet in his
hip.
“To the life boats!”
The captain yelled.
“Not one more soul
On this day shall be
felled!”
The captain drew his
pistol,
At Jack’s head he
aimed,
This pirate would
die,
Broken, wounded, and
maimed.
Jack laughed an evil
laugh,
And drew his cutlass
high,
He charged the
captain straight,
Ignoring the pain in
his thigh.
The pistol spewed
shots of death,
Two went low and two
went high,
One lead ball hit its
mark,
Right through Jack’s
good eye.
The smoke from the
burning hull
Clouded the once
clear air,
The captain abandoned
ship,
Waiting no longer did
he dare.
The survivors rowed
Out of harm’s way,
Thanking God that
they
Lived to fight
another day.
Another explosion
then rocked the sky,
Gold and debris
rained down,
Yet the body of
One-eyed Jack
Was nowhere to be
found.
Today as ships sail,
Not a sailor has the
lack,
To tell the legend
Of One-eyed Jack.
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