The pirate captain was standing at the docks of the cove

ready to set sail on his big, shiny boat

His ghost grey beard

was ruined by the drip of oil

running down his chin

His hypnotic blue eyes

were so intimidating

like sharks in the waves

His copper earrings

were rusted,

big as gold bars

His pitch-black pirate hat

had a golden skull and crossbones

faded into the leather

His cheek had a trickle of blood

red as jam

His mouth had a cigarette

poking out with puffs of smoke

coming out the end