Tide Turner
There lived a man who sailed the sea
Who in his mind had one duty
To see the pirates to their death...
Or was that the dream of Lord Beckett?
At first, perhaps, he thought it right
To rid of pirates and their plight
But after losing all he had
He had now but one difficult task
Survival now played a key role
As his new life took its toll
No longer was he a Commodore
But a mere deck hand who swabbed the floor
A rum-soaked pirate he became
And he wished it was just a game
But fortune smiled her lovely face
Upon the man's aweful place
After a fight that declared him best
The man stumbled on the Dead Man's Chest
And upon delivering Davy Jones' heart
Beckett took the man out of the dark
The man was promoted to Admiral
Indeed, his life was better now
But still, he just couldn't choose
Which side he truly wished would lose
The pirates had all the perfect tools
And most of them were not quite fools...
Would Beckett's side be strong enough
To break the pirates into dust?
But in a flash his thoughts were changed
And his motives rearranged
When he saw the girl he loved
Being held by Beckett's glove
Now he faced another choice:
To stay quiet or to voice
His sympathy for the Pirate's flag
So he came up with a clever plan
He took the girl and set her free!
But this, my friends, is a sad story
For as he turned to do his part,
The man was stabbed right through the heart
He fell and slumped against the rail
As payment for his two betrayals
And then to him came squid-faced Jones
Who's appearance chilled me to the bones
"You there," said Jones, "Do ye feel death?"
And the man breathed his very last breath
Bringing tears to all our eyes
But I hid mine in a disguise
The man's life and death had turned the tide
And my opinions side to side
For when all was said and all was done
No one could forget his name:
James Norrington.