The waves lashed against the old fishing boat

rising at times

three of its hieght

the crew laughed at the sea

mocking its power

nay they were not expecting

what would come in an hour.

So great a storm

it shut their mouths

as this boat was tossed

amid these wet towers,

so silent they fell as they

hung on to this hell

one did mumble

was that Davy Jones

ringing a bell.

All night it raged

no more their laughs

their nets torn to shreds

only above do seagulls cry

as if in jest they call out

'what did you expect!

you show no respect,

your a guest like us

in this place,

thank you for nothing,

goodbye.'