Author's Note: Arrgh, matey! Happy talk like a pirate day. In honor of the wonderful day today, I've decided to finally fet around to uploading some more of the poems. This poem and the next one are of (in my opinion) the most honorable characters of PotC. I don't think I've updated all summer. I haven't updated for like two months actually. I won't make any lame excuses. I'll just say sorry. And without further ado give it up for Governor Whetherby Swann!
Governor Whetherby Swann
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'Please do not make me endure
The sight of my daughter walking
To the gallows.'
Was his plea to his daughter
As he escorted her to safety.
He knew his place.
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' Elizabeth, are you dead?'
'No.'
'Good. But I think I am.'
Good old Governor Whetherby Swann
Sat alone in the tin dingy of death.
He knew his place.
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He was so matter of fact about the matter,
He could have been discussing the weather.
He had known too much,
So he had to die.
Life is so unfair.
He knew his place.
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Author's Note: By the way; reveiws make me feel guilty and make me upodate faster so feel free to drop one (or all make ye walk the plank!).