To Davy Jones' Locker She Sank

Down, from my sleep to the floor, I came tumbling down. The wind and waves caught the ship And whipped her stern around. Another blast hit the ship. I heard a strange sound. I felt the ship shake and crack On a rock; we had run aground. Thunder filled my ears; Lightening tore through the sky. My heart was in my stomach When I heard the terrible cry. The cry that chilled my bones, The cry that sealed my fate, "Abandon ship! Cast the boats off!" Screaming I ran, they did not wait. A wave and a gust of wind, They were forever gone. I lay alone on the deck Till the storm broke at dawn. I rose with the red sun, The only soul alive. Both a blessing and a curse, It was to for me to survive. Despair filled my heart, As I surveyed my hopeless plight. Water, everywhere, water; Nothing else in sight. Slowly, the ship went down, To Davy Jones' locker she sank. Till nothing was left to me, Save but a lonely plank. Three days I clung to that plank, Struggling to stay afloat. Till on the horizon appeared a sail, Billowing from the mast of a boat. A boat! A boat-Thank God!- Off her course had strayed. The crew pulled me from cold ocean. Out of the jaws of death I was saved. Three months swiftly sailing, Finally brought me to the safe shore. I vowed that I would never sail The treacherous ocean ever more.