Epistles for my thorned metaphors

who are my pirates?

i conquered the strong thunderstorms
i conquered the violent storms
i succeed when a group of greedy pirates
came to my ship and almost destroyed
the part of me. i am all alone
for all my pirates were dead.
but i will all remember their sweet smiles
and how they lifted me up above.
i will carved their name to stones,
sing melodic sad songs to the
sky, watch the constellation of
my beloved pirates, write a rune
for them, control the maelstrom
to protect the ship they used
to sleep.

my ship longs for land. 
longs for words.
longs for sand, stones,
and trees. but everytime
i attempted to step the land
i'll remember the tragic
death of my pirates.
i'll remember ths punic faith
they bestow to my pirates.