WilloughbyCaught Posted July 24, 2009 Share Posted July 24, 2009 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackbead Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 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." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dutchman Posted July 27, 2009 Share Posted July 27, 2009 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WilloughbyCaught Posted July 27, 2009 Author Share Posted July 27, 2009 Thanks for the kind words! But if its too sad for ye, I am sure I could dredge up something on a livlier topic.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admiral Kilo Posted June 16, 2010 Share Posted June 16, 2010 That's a nice one too. I'm enjoying all the poems here, pirates have good ways with words. Admiral Kilo hath spoken. [Jolly Roger pending- if ye're willing to draw mine check the thread I made for it {this is a link}) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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