There once was a young sailor,

The sailor’s name was Taylor,

On the wide ocean waves he sung,

As the water violently flung,

He sang of mysterious shipwrecks and bountiful loot,

He told of fearless pirates and how peg replaced boot,

He insisted on a monstrous eight-armed behemoth living below,

The ship churned and wobbled, before they knew it they were in tow!

Long arms bearing suctions wrapped around the large boat,

The captain stood fearful, living the sailors quote,

But prepared and confident Taylor knew not to fear,

He yelled at the captain to “Buckle down and steer!”

Taylor took command of the deck quite swiftly,

Yelling to damage the tentacles precise yet quickly,

The crew shot rugged cannonballs at their foe,

For they did not plan on a death of woe,

Cutting and shooting their way to victory,

They sigh relief for they have made history,

The monster retreats back into the depths of unknown,

But the crew stares at Taylor singing of a “cyclone”,

He sings of a storm that spins with rapid succession,

As the wind behind him stirs with overwhelming aggression.

A rolling cloud of darkness overwhelms the sky,

“We are in for a long night” Says the captain with a sigh.