The waters raged and thunder roared

And hid screams from below.

“The sails! Cut them away!” Joe yelled,

Afraid of undertow.


The storm blew them about the sea

On course to anywhere,

And every soul aboard The Pride

Cowered in grim despair.


Before the storm dispelled her winds,

She had one trick in hand.

She stranded the men of The Pride

On a desert island.


For days Joe and his men felt pangs

From empty stomachs’ groans,

And their poor captives suffered more,

Their hands cuffed and alone.


After a week of starvation

And never being fed,

The bellies of Joe’s men wanted

Their captives flesh instead.



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Published by John Du