"Never." She had said, her face taut with fear

And is still saying as she draws near

"I will never go on a fishing boat."

He rolled his eyes and the engine roars,

the boat drifting afloat.

she considered making a dart board

But that thought, she silently ignored.

This was the worst thing she had ever done

And clutching tight onto her dart gun

She wondered, "Should I shoot a sleeping pill

into the arm of Dan Cahill?"

He laughed, then, a nasty sound

She resisted the urge to jump up and down

Determined to prove

And desperate to lose

The respect of Dan Arthur Cahill

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She stands there, shaking like a leaf

And I look on with confused disbelief—

"Sheesh!

How can one so deadly be so scared?"

And as she so defiantly glared

With a laugh (and some snickers), I then declared,

"Natalie Cobra, hold onto your hair!"

And I uttered a silent prayer

To be alive by the end of the day

And that my body would still be

in old U.S.A.

"Natalie! Are you loving it?"

I asked with glee

Already knowing the answer.

"I am going to toss you right into the sea!"

A seething Natalie replied,

"I'll force feed you poison until you die!"

She shouted yet again.

Well, I won't have to finish 'Hamlet', then.

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"Why did I ever agree to this?"

She yelled in desperation.

It's ruining her hair,

And she is barely aware

Of the sunset that is before she.

If she were home

She would be sipping sweet tea

Instead, she's surrounded by foam

Ugh, disgusting black sea...

And this is the story—with her as the quarry

Of how a green-eyed man

Convinced her to go fishing with Dan.