Rhyme of the Ancient Winchester
Part Three: Into the eye of the Storm
Ain't never been much for luck,
All I'm asking for is a storm.
Approaching where we first crashed.
The clouds quietly began to mourn.
The watchful sky pities sailors
That her sister sea scorns.
As trapped between them
It would seem that I'm forlorn.
A chilling laugh escapes my lips
As I roll onto with the rocky ride.
If I can just survive another spin
I may find my brother still alive…
I see the rocks ahead,
In between flashes of my life.
But I'm far from done this time
With the isle's shore in sight.
A gleaming gem, paradise isle-
Set in the storm's very eye.
I'm thrown free from my boat
To rest on the shore where I lie.
Taking a deep breath, I see
Upturned earth, plies of gems,
And an angry parrot who doesn't
Have any intentions of being my friend.
"More sea scum, eh?"
The vile bird mutters
"You all end the same-
Buried like the others."
"What others?" I growl,
"Who else is here?"
A squawk, "Only the
Dammed Pirates to fear."
I grunt and hold my head in pain.
I can deal with the injuries after.
I leave the bird to search for Sam.
Behind me, he shakes in laughter.
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Sam sits in the sea cove;
Knees pulled close to his frame.
He's been hidden here for hours,
Listening for any change.
"I'll tell the others y'know."
Says a chattering skull at his side.
Sam dumps more sand on the cranium.
Muffled, it grunts. "You'll see, they'll find--"
"Be quiet old bones!"
The jaw clamps down, sulking
Silence Sam continues to ignore until-
"I could tell you 'bout the pirate king."
Sam picks him up carefully.
Looks into his hollow eyes,
While hefting a large rock,
"You've got one chance, you realize."
The skull seems to grin,
"Trust me, you'll like this-"
Sam sets him down gently.
As he starts to reminisce.
to be continued