My creaking ship; she sinks below me
I bellow orders to those before me
A flag waves wildly in the pressuring wind
Sinking we are, sinking we've been
Signaling to raise the sails
Once again to try to sail
But it's no use, and though I'm the captain
I decide to leave my mates a laughn'
I climb aboard a sturdy old dory
Salute my mates and that's my story
I tried not to save them too
To save myself was my biggest cue
Rowing in the winding winds
I see the boy reach up again
To grab my hat and cut it to shreds
With his small dagger - he's lucky that I don't have his head!
Pulling out my sword without fear
I plunge towards him, and he draws near
Suddenly he raises before me
Flying over the half sunken dory
I see the croc draw a near
Ticking sounds ringing in my eyes
Scrambling to pick up the ores
I sail a far on my sinkin' dory
Trying to climb back up on my sinking ship
I find that a mutiny has taken place
They throw me back overboard all happy and glee
I'll get them back – once I'm free
The croc sits below with waiting jaws
He snaps at me, and then I'm gone
Into a cold and desperate plea
Into my unconscious, deep into the sea
I find the boy I was fighting rescuing me
I tried to struggle free but nothing was there to grab onto
I opened my eyes slowly and saw...
That we were flying! My ship and all!
I smirked at my sailors – their mutiny haunting them
They stared back at me and laughed surprisingly
I looked up and saw that boy
Struggling free I jumped to the dory below
My ship rose up into the windy sky
I could not get to it, so I started to cry!
The sailors glanced at one another
As if trying to decide something quickly
They finally all agreed to get me
I would have to behead them all though, one at a time
But that shows them what you get
When you put a mutiny on your back