Prison Hold

Hey guys! It feels like a Monday, that's for sure, but hey! 4-day work week, right? Here's a piece I managed to write on my lunch break today, I hope you enjoy.

Prison Hold

By James O. Cannon

White sails flapping in the wind.

A Jolly roger flailing blissfully in tow.

Many a creature, both winged and finned

Circle the Black Avenger above and below.

The pirates approach a British merchant ship,

Hopes of plunder and killing filling each man’s head.

But as they board the Capitan takes a bullet to the hip,

And most of the crew ends up dead.

The survivors were stored in the prison hold,

Saddened as the Black Avenger is scuttled.

Sullen their expressions were as their tales were told,

And there was no honor, as for warmth they huddled.

The English let the pirates starve to death,

In the prison hold where they drew their last breath.