Diamond Star!

The recently renovated sailing ship

looked magnificent

as it sailed into the busy seaport

a notorious pirate ship

once its bloody history folklore

on many an island’s shore!

 

Through public and private funds

centuries on pristine

here for its first completed view

and pick up the crew

a chance for many to re-engage

life from a bygone age!

 

Every detail carefully replicated

much was original

creating a realism it was reborn

those who worked

upon her all had that perception

from the conception!

 

This was more than just a project

for good or pure evil

the past had literally come back

to haunt those onboard

most glad to disembark her decks

knowing it was hexed!

 

The owners wanted these thoughts

kept totally quiet

as it came into dock to loud cheers

a girl on the quay

saw a wispy shape upon the mast

the curse was cast!

 

She was in a group of thirty teenagers

on a weeks adventure

A member of a local sea cadet brigade

excited about the trip

along with the others so eager to start

and for the ship to depart!

 

With more waving from all those watching

gracefully it sailed

towards the open sea as they all cheered

similar to long ago

the original maiden voyage leaving port

the atmosphere caught!

 

Diamond star was meant to be a trader

but on her first run

was attacked and captured by pirates

who killed the crew

then had a new vessel for their crimes

even then violent times!

 

During the first few day it went wrong

without warning saw

blood stains appearing on cabin walls

bodies to then faded away

footsteps and voices when nobody there

driving them all to despair!

 

The youngsters becoming very scared

trapped in small spaces

violent unseen hands harming physically

scratching and pushing

down stairways and objects were thrown

trapped in the unknown!

 

Their only chance get to the lifeboats

the senior members

went ahead followed by everyone else

swinging them outward

noticed the helm turning as if controlled

as the sails began to unfold!

 

Ropes and pulleys moving seemingly unaided

the wind was picking up

lowering two lifeboat the teenagers got in

the ship was functioning

as the last of them were safely on the sea

at last felt safe and free!

 

It turned away from them and the Jolly Roger

flapped in the rising wind

disappearing into the distance fading from site

leaving them drifting

unable to comprehend what had taken place

gone without a trace!

 

Being a busy shipping lane were soon rescued

with a tale hard to believe

the Diamond Star had started a new journey

into another dimension

sailed by the pirate crew soon a legend grew

the whole truth nobody ever knew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Drift Wood!

A walk along the beach was where it began

the tide was rolling in.

On holiday in an area steeped in mystery

and maritime legends.

I found what to me seemed just drift wood

with bare feet on it stood.

 

Smooth and well-worn by the sand and sea

curious picked it up.

A name had been etched into the surface

this drew my  attention.

It read The Rising Sun to what did it belong

vibrating something was wrong!

 

Made my hand tingle put it in my tee-shirt

then back to my rented place.

Eager to search and find more information

certain there was more.

Not any piece of flotsam and jetsam here

maybe sunken treasure near!

 

Back home unwrapped this unique drift wood

that still dripped water.

Thought I had dried the excessive moisture

placed it by the computer.

Excitement welled searching for the name

at first seemed a fun game.

 

Finding the reference to a sunken pirate ship

discovering it was a cursed ship!

Came upon the screen in stark bold letters

showing a life-like drawing.

Depicting what it may have looked in battle

a noise it started to rattle!

 

Becoming unstable then crashing to the floor

as if knocked off in anger!

But nobody else was with me in the room

edgy but determined to read on.

Whoever touched anything from that ship 

would be on a hell bound trip!

 

Gasping as the drift wood flew through the air

then the pointed end struck.

Piercing his beating heart falling off the chair

his eyes were soon glazed over!

Being a loner it was days before he was found

nobody had heard a sound!

 

The drift wood was not in his chest any more

a friend took it out of a draw.

 

The curse of The rising Sun had come back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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