We go to sleep by pretending to be asleep
The ship is tilting
Into the rough waves
The ecstatic shouts of pirates
Can barely be heard
Over the rumbling
Of the darkened clouds
A sliver of orange sun
Has cracked the sky
And shines on the
Saturated scene
A pile of pirates with
The beaming captain on top
Holds a message in a bottle
To the screaming sky
He shakes off the men
That claw at his feet
Scrambling for secrets
Never shared
The sky strikes the bottle
Surging through the pirates
As the tilting ship is swallowed
By the hungry waves
Somehow unharmed
The bottle floats away
Glistening silver in the sliver of sun
Waiting to be found again
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