We are cursed

Aye miss we are cursed you see
Sailing these tall ships aint a job for me
I dream of a life without the gore
I'd be a pirate no more

The sea's call to me to stay
I sail the tall ship into the dark
Cause thats all us humble pirates know
especially me olde friend Cortess you know

You will call into the night
you will scream and tear and fight
But us humble pirate's all know
you are going nowhere oh sweet doe.

The creature of the sea then rips the hull
my men are panicked, now time for the pull
The ship goes under, air replaced with sea
Oh what a lucky pirate, ye will be?
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This is a simple poem from Barbosas point of view.