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A Tribute to our late Captains by Willoughby Caught


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The Captain's Farewell by Willoughby Caught

We bid farewell to our captain beloved

he's gone aloft for his voyage is through

and onward we sail better for his commanding

Captain, my Captain, how we miss you

I remember the day that I stood there before him

to show him the skill I had learned by his side

Oh, save me, oh God, I am in the deep water

nothing is missed by the Captain's sharp eyes

He had his ways for he was a sailor

with a love of tall ships, and a love of the sea

So patient with others what would be a sailor

a friend to us all and a mentor to me

He abides in love, and he's off a sailin'

In waters so distant our captain now strays

As we go on, we will cherish his memory

knowing he’ll look over us for that was his way.

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The Captain's Farewell by Willoughby Caught

We bid farewell to our captain beloved

he's gone aloft for his voyage is through

and onward we sail better for his commanding

Captain, my Captain, how we miss you

I remember the day that I stood there before him

to show him the skill I had learned by his side

Oh, save me, oh God, I am in the deep water

nothing is missed by the Captain's sharp eyes

He had his ways for he was a sailor

with a love of tall ships, and a love of the sea

So patient with others what would be a sailor

a friend to us all and a mentor to me

He abides in love, and he's off a sailin'

In waters so distant our captain now strays

As we go on, we will cherish his memory

knowing he’ll look over us for that was his way.

Well wrote, mate! The emotion you feel shines through like a sunbeam in a deep, island lagoon. Just remember, they are never gone so long as we remember them and your poem is a fine remembrance of someone who, I can tell by reading this piece, was a fine sailor and gentleman of fortune!

Blackbead

"In the end, it's not the gold that sets our sails,

'Tis freedom and the promise of a better life

That raises our black flags."

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ok willioughby,

not fair!!! you know we all cry when that one is sung. That's why we try not to sing it more than once a year.

This always brings up grand memories of Capt's Briggs and Hiott, who were both instrumental in the first years of the Blackbeard festival. They were both amazing mariners in their own right. Capt Hiott, from his ventures before and as master of the Nykel. Capt Briggs served the Hampton Roads area for years with is tugantine, a tug rigged under sail which he turned a profit at. Blackbeard's crew and CSF are both still active with the Briggs family and recently helped raise funds and awareness for the Layne Briggs Maritime Scholarship.

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