A/N: Told from Mr. Hollar's POV. He has no tribute anywheres and he rocks my world and I worship him as the best bosun everywhere so…yeah. And he cares about his crew, yes, bosuns do. Here goes:

When I go up on deck

And the watch has not yet been resumed

The sailors hang belowdecks

It is silent like a tomb

For a tomb it 'twas, not so long ago

The oldest mid it claimed

The hands thought he was a Jonah, and maybe I did too

It brought the ship to shame

I wonder now as I stare into the water

Perhaps we were wrong to doubt him

All his life, the captain says,

He'd been a mid

I suppose I'm glad where I am

Bein' the bosun an' all

I admit I like the boys

An' having them run at my call

But I never liked the Jonah

He was an officer, and I leave them alone

And though the mids are afraid of me

To them, I'm still low

We never talked besides "Sir" and "Carry on"

But he was still a part of the crew

The old Surprise, I am part of

Mr. Hollom always will be too