In the midst of the storm wracked sea,
the clouds as black as night.
Mara called the wind to fill the sails
then the wench’s pet took flight.
Across the waves the ship did fly
as if the storm was hardly a verse.
Down the waves to where her prey did loll
becalmed by Mara’s curse.
Along the decks the Chelaxians swarmed
the war galleys captain in Mara’s sight.
Dear Captain Mc Mollok, lay down your arms
you will not win this fight.
For the sea salt spray runs in my veins
the ghosts of friends past drive me on.
So I will not rest till your days are over
till all trace of you is gone.
The captain’s bravado bubbled forth
as he commanded his crew to hold fast.
He did not feel his life’s moments draining
trickling down to his very last.
In my dear friends memory, Mara said,
I offer your crew one last chance.
Stand down and live for another day
else it’s under the water you’ll dance.
The Chelaxians shouted defiance
as Mara sadly shook her head.
With a whispered word the waves crashed down
pounding till all on the galley were dead.
The storm dispelled, the sea grew calm
so the crew fished for treasure by suns rise.
While Mara sent birds to tell the others,
of her plans and Mc Molloks demise.