When you are dependent upon one for survival and only a small platform to live, trust is the only tool. Loose that tool, and death is certain.

Midnight bells ring on the bow
calling forth crew of the garbage scow

Sea heaving back a life
blood still drips from the knife

No tears to fall here
task is done only fear

Moon casts an evil bar
clouds now cover every star

Deaths music sings
shadow of life still ring

A feast for the deep
a final sleep

Captain book ends
last message sends

Sea swells up
and gobbles him

Rest will go home
to die