---Captain
-M. Logan

Long times pass ere the sun rises,
A lonesome captain 'pon the tides.
'Neath his feet his galleon rises,
As the great ocean waves it rides.

Down from northern seas his ship sails
Hear him, the ghostly captain, shout.
"Damned be ye if your tasks ye fail.
Make fast the masts!  Now, come about!"

Far from frigid north seas his ship,
Seeking vengeance on the dark waves
A cutlass and brace at his hips.
Curse on his lips for scurvy knaves.

Dread captain, what seek ye this night?
"Vengeance, m'lad.  Make the sails tight!"
Why seek ye vengeance this black night?
"To right a wrong.  Hold the wheel tight!"

"Hard a'starboard, hard a'port, ho!
Avast, the bastard is in sight!"
Why seek ye blood, what drives ye so?
"That secret ye'll not learn this night.

Hard a'starboard, hard a port, yo!
The cutthroat's there, in open sight!"
Aye, cap'n, we'll make him pay, ho!
"Lads, ye'll me make me proud on this night."

Brace of pistols in hand, he stood,
Our brave captain, before the mast,
Glaring at the eyes of that hood.
"Make ready the grapples!  Avast!"

"Heave to, old dog, and make thy peace.
What seek ye on this devil's night?"
Twas then I noticed, a torn piece
Of hair, grasped by the captain's might

'Tween pistol and palm, stained blood red.
"Tis vengeance I seek, ye varlot!
Because of ye, my child is dead!
Used and cast down like some harlot!"

Silence was a deafening roar,
As my crewmates jaws fell as one.
Captain's daughter, used like a whore?
The decks must with this man's blood run!

A cutlass clenched in my left hand,
A rope held tight in my other,
I led the charge gainst this vile man,
With sword in hand, slew my brother.

Captain, why did ye not tell me?
"Would ye have raised sail if I had?"
Captain, I thought ye trusted me?
"To be sure I do, my young lad."

I stand here lashed to the foremast
For that night I slew the captain
With the might of my pistol's blast
On that night, I slew my captain.

And now, my fate is sealed.
Yes, now my fate is sealed.