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The Hunt

by Tabby
March 17, 2004

The ship surges forward,
So wild and free
The crew cries with triumph,
Their prey they do see!
Swords are drawn, guns readied,
The sails snap the air
Dolphins splash below with nary a care
Then the fuses are lit and
Crash, there she goes!
The early-morning jaunt had swiftly turned to blows
Far above the deck, the bright banners fly
While down beneath them the wounded do cry
The captain comes crashing forth,
To fight does he seek
But it seems that his poor boat has sprung a leak!
The enemy gives up, his ship he has lost,
Below to the brig the remainder are tossed
And so the good predator is done hunting today,It turns back around
to seek a safe bay
And up on the quarterdeck, proud as can be,
The good Commodore, pirate scourge of the sea!

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