The waves rock this boat like my heart,
rattling around in this empty skeleton.
I watch each unpolluted sunset fall over the water,
knowing you’re probably watching it too.
You said I needed to be nicer to the crew,
so I said ‘please’ when I asked Boggs to swab the deck.
I see your flyaway hair in the corner of my eye and in every spyglass.
Will played his harmonica last night and I swore I heard your dainty feet dancing.
We captured a ship two days ago
and when we raised the Jolly Rodger I sent my heart with it hoping it would reach you.
Our prisoners smelled as sweet as you do.
They must take regular baths too.
My heart is still yours, princess.
From the world of the not-so-ordinary,