Pirates of the sea

So I set off on a wooden raft

And drifted gently out to sea,

Not a single care or worry,

Such a peaceful place to be.

Blissful calm tranquility

In a world that never rained,

But silence can be deafening

And just drifting... has no aim.

The wooden raft was far from land,

I was lost though not confined,

I took a paddle and headed South

With a content yet puzzled mind.

As the sun began to fade that night

And the sea became moonlit,

Tranquility was abruptly torn apart

By an approaching pirate ship.

Heart crashing and my senses wild,

The dangerous unexpected surprise,

Caused uncertain, arousing anxiety,

My spirit excited, alert, alive.

Quickly I was captured

And taken up on deck,

Yet my fear became an elated high

With a knife held to my neck.

"Why are you not screaming girl?"

Asked a sharp unfriendly tone,

"It's this alluring sense of peril," I said,

"I think I finally feel at home".

Two worlds of such vast extreme

But the collision was no mistake,

What my head suspected, my heart confirmed,

This capture was my escape.

We drank intoxicating endless rum

I heard tales that left me inspired,

It was a treasure chest of stories

Eliciting secrets of love and desire.

Most avoid the pirate ship

For the security of the 'drift',

But exploring is a daring adventure

And curiosity is life's real gift.

Storms and risk filled escapades

Challenge a consistent guarantee,

My heart... it longs for passion,

With the pirates of the sea.