The Confrontation: One Man’s Riches

A bearded outlaw roams the seas,                        

In search of a golden ship.

With numerous courageous crewmen aboard,

All of whom held a blade on the side of their hip. 

But though a gleaming figure,

A well polished man, 

He was a bear,

Ferocious, 

Full of horrible plans,

For he was one of impudence and greed, 

A coward,

A brute, 

A merciless man of misdeed. 

With enemies nearby desperate for his blood, 

He knows he must move fast.

In spite of his many great dreams of plunder,

Never will he know if this trip will be his last.

But isolated from the kingdom of the civilized,

And consumed by the great sea’s temptations, 

He figures his men sail on,

And so they sail and sail, 

Remaining strong and resilient, 

Ending at the crack of dawn. 

But then,

Over there! One man yells out, 

The exhausted men open their eyes,

As he points ahead,

Into the open sea,

Watching as a lone ship passes by. 

The captain rises from his bed, 

And prepares his men for the bloody attack, 

But unbeknownst to him, 

His enemies had already prepared to fight back. 

The naive plunderers opened fire on the lone ship,

Slowly making their way aboard, 

Before lunging at their weak enemies, 

Who by then have become spectators,

Watching the slaughter brought on by this barbaric horde.

In such a battle,

Only the strong survived,

And the weak killed,

Turning the once peaceful ship,

Into an area where blood was spilled.

“Such bastards will not go unpunished,”

One man says, brought down by the captain’s blade. 

The soon to be victors yelled out war cries

Waiting for the arms of their enemies to be laid. 

Then they could plunder peacefully,

No longer worried of potential harm,

But to their surprise,

They were terribly mistaken,

Their polluted minds cleansed by a frightening alarm.

Just as they held the upper hand, 

Not one,

Not two, 

But three ships had emerged.

The men noticed and began to flee,

But the captain called on to them to fight, 

Weakened by his dark and plunderous urge. 

Having feared their captain more,

They fought and fought,

But grew exhausted from an endless battle.

The tables had slowly turned, 

The captain seemingly wounded and burned,

Watching the slaughter of his crew as if they were cattle. 

One by one they were down,

Once a golden smile,

Now becoming a dark frown. 

His turn soon comes, 

As he looks up at his mate.

Laying down his arms, 

He kneels down in shame,

Now becoming a fool forced to accept his fate.