The sea’s foam roars
above the din of Battle.
Cresting high into the Blackened sky,
the waves toss our tiny vessels.
Crashing into one another
Again and again,
As the men die
Falling one after another
into the stormy sea.
My Blade-arm aches
from constant hacking.
My eyes well up
with unwanted tears,
as the smoke and Ash
Fall from a Blackened sky.
A furry of flaming projectiles
And bloody massacre surround.
The hull is breached,
water rushes in.
Soon we will feel the sea’s
True Eternal Embrace.
Soon we shall feel her arms
Engulfing our sunken souls.
Soon, but not before
One last attempt to live,
Not before our courage fails,
For we board the enemy decks;
We push their marines from the rail.
Jeribdus strikes to either side,
cutting his foes down
with each profound stride.
How could we now fail
with such courage nearby?
I see the blow coming.
I cry before it falls.
But my voice is unheard,
drowned by the din of battle,
and the resounding crashes
of the wrathful waves.
Kaptain Viciorious Grimoire 