The sea was brazen, and
My ship was hesitant.
Pirates Roamed the waters.
Nights one saw lights flashing
Across the water in signals.
Days one saw killer whales,
which seemed to wink to me
with no intent to harm. We
were not of those whose
bloodline they salivated for.
The night the looters neared
and broached the ladder’s bars,
The wink of an eye rose up
from the cold water below, and
the signals stopped forever.