Step by step.
A grand last view, if not grand last words: “Keep movin’ ye rat!” A shove in the back.
As if I’d stumble so easily!
And even shady palm trees. .
Step by step. T’wards my necklace of rope, and my ocean, looking suspiciously calm today.
No more maraudin’ when swingin’ from the gallows. No more saucy wenches, teasin’ me of my gains as I hang…
Ah, but I imagine by now you’ll be thinkin’; “what’s a dead man doing writing?”
Did you forget the pirate’s code, and really think the bushes were free of my crew?
Picture Renee Homan Heath