Poems for the Brave

The Pirate's Call Part 2

Our tall ship beaches in
Slip knots hoy men, draw lots!
On who shall explore and scope the land,
First and last akin.
Our small girl steps ashore,
Timid feet and thin white dress
Meet the sand with gentle caress
As her dewy eyes widen, hungry for more.
Ahoy! They cry, ecstasy alive
They hustle and bustle
Racked with hunger they tussle
The girl slips away, freed from father's eye.
And above her a plethora,
A sheer chasm of emerald
Iridescence and evanescent,
This island of forever.
Such a scoping haze of ochre and green,
Beauty defiant, trees so quiet 
She's illuminated by the power
Nature pushes to her knees.
Staggering, spellbound, she pushes on
Encased by the forest
To the crew she is lost,
And as for her father,
He is forever gone.
Like a fledgling from the nest our tangled girl flies
Darting behind the trunk
Of a tree brushing the sky,
Before a shadow slips from the corner of her eye.
Ho! A sound, she listens in the quiet
Who can be so defiant?
Of the snapping twigs below,
And this illuminated silence?
Ey, that it be - a pirate you see
The shadow answers her
From the crevice of her tree.
Startled like game her heart
Flutters like wings.
She lifts her lashes,
Inhales her strength,
Then turns to the Pirate and ey! Does she sing,
"Fabled Pirate of tales of old,
I have come to you from
Where the world folds.
Over the sparkling waters I have to say,
What a fine forest I have found on my way!"
Unnerved by her beauty, disparate youth,
By her flaxen curls and
Lyrical truth, the Pirate smiles.
His teeth are brown. Humbled and gleeful,
He makes a sly sound.
"Why little girl, white like snow
You have come from finery, this I know.
But there is one thing that still troubles me,
If you have come across the sparkling sea,
What in this forest is it you seek
Is it me?"
"Adventure!" She cries,
In a burst of ecstasy.
Her eyes are alive with light and beauty.
She eyes the bearded man
Dirty as sin, with his rouge feathered hat
And leather boots, tips thin.
His complexion is bronzed
Like he belongs to the sun,
But though peat black and violent
His eyes sparkle with fun.
This is a Pirate! Low and behold,
And the promise of adventure,
Begins to unfold.