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
