Do You Sea Me Yet?

Ayyye, captain! Land ho! 

Land ho?

What about air ho, 

sea ho, 

fire ho? 

Man hath already conquered fire! and

as for us, sir. we have conquered sea-

It's time for the betwiddled to rise! 

High tide and roll tide!

The crew calls in awes.

And sir. we shall conquer the sky. 

Land will be our anchor as we hoist

to the stars. and clouds,

shaped like the sea beasts we border no longer.

Then who will be here to rule the sea?
Who are you to say man shall have eternal conquest?
Stars and gleans in the sky,

hath man no rest until it's his?

Mayhaps those beasts above are meant to be
untouched by us. God hath set us upon the surface,
need we mine to the core?
Need we make heed to the stars?

Think of her, matey
and how she will treat your corpse once desolate.

     Captain picked up a bottle of rum.

   His crew cawed into the night.

I'm manifesting fate.
Dare’th you, captain, say it is not in our hands.
She has placed it in our heads
maybe it's meant to be.

Empty howls bewildered.

Throw him overboard.
And for the rest of ye’s,
walk the plank.

     Silence from agape gaws.

Matey fell short of the captain’s wrath.

   He smiled and decrited,

Tell me more about the sky.

Shall we castle it beyond?
Think we can reach the stars from the rooftops

of our new kingdom?