Socked

Sailor crained his neck Eyes seek fore mass Recalling crow nest above Creeking non visible Command heard Mass fore a stern ‘Dang watch the bucket me bucko!’ Heard, bells tolling Davy Jones Locker A skeleton hand is glimsed Flap major sails crisp heard climbing Pull me bucko’s Raise the fore sail Bells clang and singContinue reading “Socked”

Chapter 1a,Storm of swords by George R.R.Martin

He must have made him sleepy.