When you have lost your Fist Mate

In the end it was my action,
At the begining it was our journey.
With many days of glory and plunders,
All across the the seven seas.

I will never forget you,
Even over the many moons too come.
May peace and his holiness be with you,
For I may never get to sail with you again.

Here is too the finest First Mate in the world,
Your wisdom and courage kept me strong.
But the forces of evil and corruption,
Got the better of this Captain.

The ship now rests at the bottom of the sea,
For its memory will only disappear in time,
Now on seperate ships sailing the world,
Its only the winds that will let us come together again.

Poem written by a Captain who lost his way at sea