A Fool and His Life...

 

Once the course correction
was locked in
our trust in the Captain
was fully engaged
to carefully navigate
our vulnerable craft
through the perilous straits 
around the wreckage
of wayward ships past
who carelessly ignored

signs that clearly warned
that jagged rocks unseen
lay just beneath
the seemingly tranquil surface

While it was common knowledge

that our beloved Skipper

enjoyed a wee nip occasionally

for medicinal purposes

to calm his nerves

and level off his stress

there was zero trepidation

from we gullible passengers

that our demise was imminent

Of course the crew knew

as in retrospect

should have been obvious

when they lowered the life crafts

and executed a flawless

quick ship abandonment

At the welcoming party

our fellow ghostly inhabitants

of Davy Jones's Locker

teased we rookie spirits mercilessly

for not only for our naivety 

but lacking the common sense

of many a befallen tragedy fool

Ghosts can be so damn cruel