Know you now, oh mightiest liege
who brings me here today;
I’ll spin for you a brand new tale
before I’m sent away.
But I have a story to tell,
if it shall please your grace;
narrative of a different time
and of a far-off place.
This came to me some time ago,
I am assured it’s true;
permit me now to tell the tale
while working something new.
Pursuit of the Pirate Andrews
The swelling sea was blood-red hue
upon the eventide.
The king’s frigate rode at anchor,
a sloop bobbed close beside.
Most of their crews thought not to sail
before the night was past,
but then the crow’s nest cried alarm;
their quarry out at last.
There was no doubt that they had found
the brigantine they sought;
Leighton Andrew’s impudent ship
before them to be caught.
“Weigh the anchor, unfurl the sails!
They shall not get away!
We’ll follow them throughout the night
into the break of day.”
The waning moon was just enough,
although the signs were few,
to track the brigand in the dark;
its billowed sails in view.
The brigantine’s moonrakers out
to catch the trailing wind
gave her that bit of needed speed;
they were not closing in.
The frigate rigged a bow gun
and loaded it with chain;
if once they could pull close enough,
those sails would take some pain.
So sailed they all under the stars,
and at the sun’s first ray
the pirate brig still sailed ahead,
but had not drawn away.
There came a shifting in the wind
which each crewman could feel;
blowing a surge of renewed hope
they’d bring the brig to heel.
The brigantine was in irons;
every sail went slack.
That moment’s break was just enough;
they heard the bow gun’s crack.
Moments later a cheer went up,
a spar was seen to fall,
but on the pirate ship there was
no movement seen at all.
Though the wind shifted and the brig
lurched forward once again,
the sail damage was sufficient
that they kept closing in.
When boarded, the brig was empty
of men and equipment.
They’d tied the wheel to hold its course;
left a note on parchment:
“My enemies, I dearly hate
to lose my ship this way;
but if you stand here reading this
then I have got away.”
Though the pirate Leighton Andrews
is known to haunt these shores,
let me hasten to assure you sire,
those inept crews aren’t yours.
Thus concludes my modest story;
I hope you liked the tale.
Though my presence here is enforced,
I do enjoy the ale.