The Debutante's Courage

Scores over time have left me withered and cracked

The light seems much lighter and the blacker, more black

Perhaps it's because I punched fate in the face

Perhaps it's because my heart beats twice the pace

However, it's because beside all of this luggage

I sailed and I served on The Debutante's Courage

Just any ship? No, sir you're a clod

This ship had sailed mountains, and graced it by god

But my twelve years of service brought many a time

None had been more savage than two weeks on the brine

No name it was given, for we longed to forget it

You've heard of the sea devil, well, I've met it

For our Captain had heard from some local lad

There was some sort of laurel that's worthy to have

The boy said to him straight "When you reach the shore

Of an island that history not holds anymore,

When you reach it, you'll see, there's a hole in the ground

and that is where the richest of trove will be found"

The Captain was in fever, he stared at the child

He jumped on the spot and spun around wild

“But first” said the lad “you must cross the stretch

That's made many a vessel become many a wreck”

Ignoring the lad, our captain vanished from view

He ran up the Courage and gathered the crew.

We sailed to the part so spoken about

Calm as the silk on a debutante’s blouse

Set forth we did and as soon as we gave

The thunderous came and so did the waves.

Blistered, tattered, tired and whipped

For eleven long days the ship nearly flipped

and ripped in two and tipped side to side

The Courage sailed on for our dear Captain’s prize.

Twelfth, it had come and we gave one final thrust

As we sailed forth, there blew one final gust

Terra was ravage, but somehow we tricked her

Our strength and our anger meant we were the victor.

So.

We docked on the cliffs of this mysterious isle.

We followed the Captain who ear-to-ear smiled.

We arrived around a hole, a hole in the ground.

We stood there, behind the Captain, not making a sound.

I shan’t say what he found in the hole.

There wasn’t a jewel or an iota of gold.

What was there to him, was ever beguiling.

For, if you dock by those cliffs, he still stands there smiling.