Going Down With the Ship

The Crows nest squawks as it alerts of the upcoming vessel
The Captain rally's the men
For if we shall get hit
He must go down with the ship
We hoist the colours and ready the cannons
All hands on deck make ready and hold fast
As the ship rocks against the oncoming waves
From starboard to port side, waves tower over the ship
As we push through to escape our fate
From those that call us Pirates and deem us as
Cut throats, Scallywags, Buccaneers
The crew now see there fate as we pass the storm
No one dares call mutiny
For they know that Davey Jones circles the oceans
Taking any that fall victim to the sea
To the depths of his locker
For the men that remain
Men of fortune they are
As we gather resources to port
Only to return home to the Sea