The sea had been misty with very low visibility,
A pirate ship struck us early at breaking of dawn
Firing their cannon muzzles in a quick run out
Not giving us a chance to retaliate against them.
Helpless we braced ourselves against their on slaughter
Their lucky shot had hit our main sail to fire the base
I as captain saw destruction of our main wind power
From quarter deck I encouraged my men to fight back.
Now our first volley of all cannon discharge fired low
Smashed through their timber line and cannon ports;
Rapidly we recharged the deck guns, fired to strike
To blow away the pirate tail mizzen & steering gear.
Incapacitated thus, the buccaneer gun-ship floundered
Rendered immobile and left to suffer with the sea wind;
Here we cut through and detached the fallen mainmast
Praying to the winds to favor us maneuver for the final kill.
Slowly adjusting our torn sails power to align helm wheels
We inched our way to side our ship in line with the enemy.
Through the long glass I watched the thug captains’ fury
As drunken men displayed white shirts, waving surrender.
‘Ruthless human cowards these perpetrators of terror:’
We resolved to kill or be killed in close ship combat.
Marine lieutenant his troops eager to engage in action
Throw-lines and nets on the ready, to fling and board;
Silence shattered by our broadside, the pirates run amuck
Moments pass by as the second full line discharge fires
Smashing the waterline below the enemy full of holes
Drawing water, bandits’ vessel sinks to the sea bottom.
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