From the Abyss

“Water!  Captain, I need water!”

“Higgins, get this man some water.”

“There’s your water.  Now, get back to rowing.  You’d be wise to do what you’re told and not complain about it.”

“Aye, Captain.”

He’d learn a lesson right quick, if I tossed him down in the hold, the Captain thought. 

The ship’s rigging strained and creaked.  Sea water made the decks slippery.

“Higgins, see what the prisoners are hollerin’ about.  Be quick about it–unless you’re desiring to be down there with ’em.”

It had been a tough pathway from prisoner to deckhand.

Scattered about the ocean floor were the bones of those that dared break the chains of command.



Cozy seaside
Cottages with
Picket fences
Conch talisman
Barnacle Bills
Popeye, the sailors
Captain Crunches
Of days, weeks
On merciless seas
Tides of popularity
Rose, fame was
Fleeting, caught up
In life’s constant cycle
From, hero to scapegoat
And, back home again