Higher Tides

Six years a'for the mast and clews lay limp and slack    
the night, dark as Jamaican rum- tot tossed back    
and pirate stars the stolen jewels, a bounty's haversack    
   
Portent of the albatross and hush cast overall    
the ocean calm so quiet,  bore no sign of squall    
borne deep upon the bed the chasm opened vault    
   
 Neptune waved the trident a liquid cliff emerged    
not storm and tempest, the township must be purged    
to sweep away the infidel would take a mighty surge    
   
 Men'o War were anchored safe, tethered to the quay    
sailors wenching in a bawdy drinking spree    
the cold chill raked, 'or the shore, and 'or the lea    
   
Debauchery in inns and brothels, held such sport    
that cup so full, for each favor could be bought    
the sword of Damocles that hung, and no one saw    
   
 Pirates were tossed awake, tipped from slumbers bunk    
and they cussed and staggered like half drunk    
as the fathoms rose and gathered in a mighty hump    
   
As it chased the night, built its speed, built it's height    
and came upon the port with all its might    
and swamp the  town that never was contrite    
   
The pirates heard the screams, darken pitch it culled    
and few were spared, as the briny all engulfed    
and chaos laid its hand, all hell was the result    
   
And C'ptn  Blythe smiled with blackened teeth    
a golden opportunity, now the prize to seize    
 headed for the port, was so great his greed    
   
Bounty for us all awaits, he raged    
their powders wet, we have the fighting edge    
 whilst devastation and confusion all pervade    
   
Upon the swell they neared upon the coast    
the bounty out to them did float    
the grappling hook not the cannons smoke    
   
Rings and jewels on corpses hung    
barrels of brandy, barrels of rum      
high tide of good fortune for black hearted scum