Last Words of A Sailor

Where is this place?
O sailor of valor
I have no knowledge of a face
As if my brain has went to scour

The steady rocking of the vessel comforts me
It's blesses me my first feeble knowledge of setting
The hairs of my body are erecting
My heart and mind are surely expecting

A bloody, salty, drenched death
A stink, rancid death of a sailor
Damn those pirates of the Caribbean
Who've come to meet my crew with demise

O I wish I could recollect my eyes and my face
How long have I been in this brig?
This eternal darkness reminds me of the race
To untimely death for no apparent case

Only because I'm a sailor of another climate
I must be murdered by pirates
And die a salty grizzly death
O such a pain I never wished to have felt

My hands rattle as I move them
And their Cold tail reaches to my feet
They connect to another just like them
And they keep me Dormant in the reap

The shawl of my tongue is greasy and salty
The salt of the sea burns my gums
It's unclean and dirty and nearly drives me to vomit
As my dreams of hope fall as a comet

The crashing waves against the bow grant me harmony
That Harmonious sound that stands in place of all memories of my life
For I am a descendent of the sea and its salt
Nay I cannot describe in words the peace it has brought

Since mother gave birth to me in the galley
I have been but a being of the alley
Ascending from the darkness frequently to live for the day
Never knowing or expecting that for mine actions my life is what I would repay

In the wake of my impending doom
I have but one feeble request of my captor
Cast my carcass into the sea and not the dirt
For I am a man of the water and not of the Earth