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We sailed for Devil’s Cay out of old Nassau’s harbor
The sea was so calm that the Tongue of the Ocean
Was as smooth as glass with reflections of white clouds
The quiet was suddenly broken with a clap of thunder
Followed by gale force winds that carried us swiftly
To the destination for our meeting with the pirates
Who had promised us part of the booty if we helped them
Rob the Spanish galleon laden with treasure and slaves
We anchored our ship, rowed ashore, and climbed the hill
The tide was rising while we scanned the horizon
Our instincts told us we had been fooled were trapped
On this tiny island with a deep ocean hole in the center
They say the chickcharney had blessed our expedition
Had given us magical powers of perception and stealth
Now as we hide peeking though a round hole in the rocks
It looks like we should anticipate violence, not wealth
We have been very shortsighted and now will regret
Making pacts with buccaneers reeks havoc you won’t forget
This is a response to the photo prompt from Sue Vincent this week on her Echo. Please join us to read, write, comment, and contribute to the fun. Follow the hashtag #writephoto.
It looks like those magical powers may save them after all.
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Your photo prompt prose and poetry is really getting so much better. You are fluid in your evocative words and themes
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Perhaps they found out the truth before it was too late.
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Thank you Sue
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Thank you Sue
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