Old Seaport

XVIIIth century seaport

 Old Seaport

 

Salty dogs benched, smoking long pipes

Sea and dead fish stench all around

As well as whales oils smell leaked

From wooden barrels hauled in ropy nets

Breaded cable spool nests every where

Heavy sails tempest torn, been repaired

Skippers yelling order to their motley crews

Blacken oak still showing axes made scars

Like mermaid tattoos on mariner's arms

Seagull beggars asking for scraps of stale food

Gunpowder traded for Jamaican rhum

Discreet dark smoky taverns shady deals

Bare footed runaway boys looking for jobs

Five years travel contracts on long tall ships