The captain blew a fish 

Out of the sea

Ribald, turned like two corners

whiskey and grinded, carelessly 

Circumscribed by

the Tropic of Cancer-

  his legs ached 

sciatica or diabetic neuropathy-

    his boots didn't fit  

   Across the mizzen 

he watched Archimbald rolling a fag

   Lighting it and continue 

His mopping

   Steer clear 

Stay avast

  See the murky eye of the shore

  Toe the bloody fragger 

  Staggered to the deck

  With bird lime

  And chicken caged

  goats tied below 

Steady on boys!

   Thirteen days 

and no rum

  Sucked a lemon

And wondered where 

His violin had got to