In Honor of #TalkLikeAPirateDay…a poem

   Strait of Messina

Summon the selkies, the freshwater fishes
Shuck the black oysters in sea wormwood dishes
Let the Sea King dream as the shearwaters scream
Ten bits in the pot for your wasted last wishes.
The luminous wind-gall is the least of her charms
But when she starts blowing great guns and small arms
Any port in a storm will do, merry men,
Any port in a storm will do.

Bring cards and a bottle to succor thy souls
Sail silently under the black Sacks of Coals
Whisper the waters – the Scylla awaits
We make for the ballow to slip past the shoals
Boldering weather is the least of her charms
But when she starts blowing great guns and small arms
Any port in a storm will do, merry men,
Any port in a storm will do.

Turn not to the blunderbuss, saker and cannon
Rum up the tongue to lively the Chanty Man
Offer Charybdis your Abraham-men
Ncidit in scyllam cupiens vitare charybdim
Blustrous bunk is the least of her charms
But when she starts blowing great guns and small arms
Any port in a storm will do, merry men,
Any port in a storm will do.

Keep her rap-full! See the cavernous maw!
The great horned claw, the spiked toothy jaw
A debt we must pay for our bird catching days
See the pull-away-boys row swiftly away
Charybdis, old girl, she’ll swallow us raw
Ready About! The storm petrels swarm
She’s already blowing great guns and small arms
Yea, any port in a storm would have done, merry men
Any port in a storm would have done!

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