The Pirate

The Pirate

Aye aye me ‘arties, cast off the lines, we be pirates on a roadless sea!
Cutthroats aboard the Purple Oyster, we’ve sailed for an eternity.
We search for that black-‘arted soul with a dainty lisp in his voice;
Sailing upon a brigantine lady, answering to the name of Joyce
We will not falter in the task, we’ll find this useless urchin.
And where pirates be gathered, we look for his toothless grin
For it has been a tiresome search with me eye ever on the goal,
Shining like a star before me, an unfulfilling nagging my soul.
My desire is uncontrollable it motivates my every move
Till that day we meet at last, and there my charges be proved.
Then that black-‘arted scoundrel will stand before the crew and sing,
Of dastardly deeds he has done, and from my yardarm he will swing.


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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Eternity...Dainty...Falter...Tiresome...Unfulfilling...Urchin