The cheek scar
a present from the Dutch reinforcements
A long sword that sliced salt and sun beaten skin
drawing a line of blood across the face
The grin didn't dwindle neither
It grew and the pistol powder ignited
burning flags and hobbling soldiers
sway across the bough
He draws his cutlass and knees the soldier's stomach
Down low he goes and the cutlass finds three veins of the neck
More board still uniforms so well colored
Like a children's parade, except all blood soaked by the end of the day
A pirate alone out there lead balls whirl past
axes and curses and burning pieces of a mast
They have sworn to take the man and hang him from the maiden
For crows and maggots and the rest of rots hungry tepid army
And a brave young soldier comes charging bayonet fixed for his chest
the pirate spins spider like and knifes the musket man under the chin
out alone against their forces collective
the crew fled early just remains this yoke of a sailing man and his blades
But the cannon of the orange vessel sent it's contents to unknowing legs
Had the Pirate survived he'd walk with two pegs
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