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Voyage of the Revenge
Written by: Lilting Literatus Phiririn Wyntersol-Kanku'Dai
Date: Saturday, June 6th, 2009
Addressed to: Everyone
The Voyage of the Revenge
From Port Debacle they set sail
For often best intentions fail
And dodging vicious parting shots
The barbed debris of jealous plots
They raced to clear the harbour reef
Too frenzied yet to bow to grief
And hove into the open sea
The vast relief of sailing free
First buoyed up each racing heart
But quick remorse soon played its part
And sapped their very strength and will
The sails hung slack, the wind stood still
At length, they drifted in the tide
But realized they must provide
Their own life's purpose, so they set
The helm toward the Isle Forget
And there they spent a month in bliss
At long last tasting love's first kiss
They then resolved to live as mates
From that point on to share their fates
To seek their fortune on the seas
With only their two selves to please
They took on stores, and crewed the ship
And set off at a bracing clip
With black boots rising to her thighs
Long auburn hair and flashing eyes
The Captain did the Mate inflame
Her corsetted and buxom frame
Did lithely sweep about the deck
The crew were at her call and beck
And cat-o-nine-tails raised aloft
With piercing voice, yet manner soft
She bade the Helmsman turn about
For they were near the Straits of Doubt
To give those waters ample berth
They set sail for the Port of Mirth
But gazing aft with large green eyes
The Mate exclaimed in shocked surprise
For growing nearer in his sight
A warship flew the flag of Spite
The Mate went off to fetch his glass
An instrument of gleaming brass
And through it he began to peer
The warship, then, appeared quite near
And clearly could the Mate discern
Two figures lurking at the stern
With evil glee in mien and stance
Were Jealousy and Arrogance
They spied the Captain and her Mate
And faces glowering with hate
Pursued those they had sought to keep
Their souls to blight, their pain to reap
The crew, the Mate's commands, did heed
They trimmed the sails and put on speed
But on the evil warship came
The Mate had not the crew to blame
He bade each man to draw his sword
Lest their pursuers try to board
The Mate then drew his magic blade
Then sang a lilting serenade
And music wove along its length
Enhancing both its speed and strength
His blade had seen a hundred kills
But his sweet Captain had her skills
A Cleric of imposing might
Her eyes suffused with holy light
She raised her hand toward the sky
And roiling clouds appeared on high
Where thunder roared, and lightning danced
Which downward at the warship lanced
And blew apart its forward mast
But grappling hooks had anchored fast
The ships were soon drawn side to side
And o'er the gunnels swarmed a tide
Of grinning, gap-toothed scalawags
With cutlasses, in greasy rags
The Captain's crew engaged the throng
And though the scalawags were strong
The crew had learned the Mate's fair art
Their rapiers did feint and dart
To parry first, and then riposte
The Captain's crew soon slew the host
But suddenly she was beset
For Jealousy does not forget
And flying fast to cause surprise
She tried to claw the Captain's eyes
The Captain, though, was shrewd and quick
And with her cat-o-nine-tails' flick
She rendered Jealousy stark blind
And striking sharply from behind
The Captain kicked her overboard
To share the fate of her foul horde
Then strutting as he did advance
Came overweening Arrogance
And slashing deftly with twin swords
He slashed the Captain's corset cords
And as he at her breasts did leer
The Mate slashed him from ear to ear
Then Arrogance abruptly died
At last deprived of his false pride
They cleaned up all the blood and stink
And sank the bodies in the drink
They stripped the hulk of stores and gold
And cargo that was in her hold
Then cut the lifeless warship free
And scuttled her beneath the sea
And thus began their new careers
That daring pair of buccaneers
The sailed to Port Temerity
Embarking on prosperity
"Revenge," they christened their fleet craft
Enhancing it from fore to aft
For years they've prowled the rolling main
Immersed in bliss and wrongful gain
No greater love has ever been
Than of the Mate and Pirate Queen
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 510 AF.
Voyage of the Revenge
Written by: Lilting Literatus Phiririn Wyntersol-Kanku'Dai
Date: Saturday, June 6th, 2009
Addressed to: Everyone
The Voyage of the Revenge
From Port Debacle they set sail
For often best intentions fail
And dodging vicious parting shots
The barbed debris of jealous plots
They raced to clear the harbour reef
Too frenzied yet to bow to grief
And hove into the open sea
The vast relief of sailing free
First buoyed up each racing heart
But quick remorse soon played its part
And sapped their very strength and will
The sails hung slack, the wind stood still
At length, they drifted in the tide
But realized they must provide
Their own life's purpose, so they set
The helm toward the Isle Forget
And there they spent a month in bliss
At long last tasting love's first kiss
They then resolved to live as mates
From that point on to share their fates
To seek their fortune on the seas
With only their two selves to please
They took on stores, and crewed the ship
And set off at a bracing clip
With black boots rising to her thighs
Long auburn hair and flashing eyes
The Captain did the Mate inflame
Her corsetted and buxom frame
Did lithely sweep about the deck
The crew were at her call and beck
And cat-o-nine-tails raised aloft
With piercing voice, yet manner soft
She bade the Helmsman turn about
For they were near the Straits of Doubt
To give those waters ample berth
They set sail for the Port of Mirth
But gazing aft with large green eyes
The Mate exclaimed in shocked surprise
For growing nearer in his sight
A warship flew the flag of Spite
The Mate went off to fetch his glass
An instrument of gleaming brass
And through it he began to peer
The warship, then, appeared quite near
And clearly could the Mate discern
Two figures lurking at the stern
With evil glee in mien and stance
Were Jealousy and Arrogance
They spied the Captain and her Mate
And faces glowering with hate
Pursued those they had sought to keep
Their souls to blight, their pain to reap
The crew, the Mate's commands, did heed
They trimmed the sails and put on speed
But on the evil warship came
The Mate had not the crew to blame
He bade each man to draw his sword
Lest their pursuers try to board
The Mate then drew his magic blade
Then sang a lilting serenade
And music wove along its length
Enhancing both its speed and strength
His blade had seen a hundred kills
But his sweet Captain had her skills
A Cleric of imposing might
Her eyes suffused with holy light
She raised her hand toward the sky
And roiling clouds appeared on high
Where thunder roared, and lightning danced
Which downward at the warship lanced
And blew apart its forward mast
But grappling hooks had anchored fast
The ships were soon drawn side to side
And o'er the gunnels swarmed a tide
Of grinning, gap-toothed scalawags
With cutlasses, in greasy rags
The Captain's crew engaged the throng
And though the scalawags were strong
The crew had learned the Mate's fair art
Their rapiers did feint and dart
To parry first, and then riposte
The Captain's crew soon slew the host
But suddenly she was beset
For Jealousy does not forget
And flying fast to cause surprise
She tried to claw the Captain's eyes
The Captain, though, was shrewd and quick
And with her cat-o-nine-tails' flick
She rendered Jealousy stark blind
And striking sharply from behind
The Captain kicked her overboard
To share the fate of her foul horde
Then strutting as he did advance
Came overweening Arrogance
And slashing deftly with twin swords
He slashed the Captain's corset cords
And as he at her breasts did leer
The Mate slashed him from ear to ear
Then Arrogance abruptly died
At last deprived of his false pride
They cleaned up all the blood and stink
And sank the bodies in the drink
They stripped the hulk of stores and gold
And cargo that was in her hold
Then cut the lifeless warship free
And scuttled her beneath the sea
And thus began their new careers
That daring pair of buccaneers
The sailed to Port Temerity
Embarking on prosperity
"Revenge," they christened their fleet craft
Enhancing it from fore to aft
For years they've prowled the rolling main
Immersed in bliss and wrongful gain
No greater love has ever been
Than of the Mate and Pirate Queen
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 510 AF.