the call from the crows nest went unheaded few in the crew dared to believe that quickly closing in was the sea's jagged edge and that damned crooked captain kept the course hell bent For once I'd like to see an admiral act admirably without fail they bid good men set sail knowing full well she'll come back empty there's no reasoning with greed some men's heart's are so black they ooze tar when they bleed there's no reasoning with greed Their coffers ran dry as the over tilled fields while hope lay in a tattered mast and a warped rotting keel promised plunder and escape from a land torn asunder they lay with their last lovers had their final fresh meals Call it what you will Neptune Poseidon some force escorted them towards the horizon but once they reached it their favor did falter dread hung like fog on the deck the men lambs for the slaughter/the kraken, siren, charybdis and Scylla before them men's hearts fail and courage withers behold the gaping maw of the beast leviathan terror of the sea/mutiny! its too late! Cut to the merchants office all in a panic sir grave news our last vessel has vanished meanwhile the officers break out the champagne cheer up my boy it was but empty crates We'll be sure to leave that out of the insurance claim So as the fish pick clean the sailors in their watery graves their sons serve the merchants and their wives tend the grain