Captain (NaPo #8/30)

Out on the waves afar,  
Where the valiant sailors are,  
In the days of yore,  
Past the yearning shore,  
Longing for more,  
Yearning to be free,  
Tugging at the sea.  
That. Aye, that is where I long to be.  
A captain free,  
A swashbuckling, leader of a fleet,  
Through sun, rain, snow, and sleet.  
Traveling to far off lands,  
Discovering uncharted islands,  
As a brave, free, buccaneer,  
In a nautical atmosphere,  
To tear asunder, plunder, and pillage  
Each seaside town and village,  
With my only real treasure,  
A special, jeweled, locket, with your picture.  
Not held to any laws or rules,  
But that which we agree upon as a crew, those rules  
That we have written out, that we sign,  
To rein in even the most malign.  

Meals of fish, potatos, limes, and/or grits,  
Few land visits,  
Just our sail against the sky,  
And the sea creatures that swim by.  
Merfolk, and other unseen creatures of the deep,  
Who make little a peep,  
And the sounds of wind, waves, gulls, and a creaking ship, when it comes time to sleep,  
As on each trip  
Gently rocks, the ship,  
From waves of blue,  
And the spray of the salty sea, long overdue.  
 
In the morning sun,  
As rays hit the ocean's surface, sparkling with it's calm motion,  
Mermaids upon the rocks, brushing their long hair,  
Without a care.  
Working to the tune of many a shanty,  
Sung from the heart with glee,  
On the way to find fame and fortune,  
Searching through the world's treasure distribution,  
With treasure maps of all kinds,  
Which was not so well hidden by those "masterminds".  
 
To live so free,  
To liberate what should belong to me,  
To go wherever I wish to see,  
To be me  
In presentation, thought, action, and deed,  
That is what I doth long for, indeed.