Departure Towards A Nautical Curse

The crew froze as he wiped the blood off on his coat
And threw the helmsman ruthlessly overboard
In defiance of the storm, that kept them anchored for so long, he swore an oath to forfeit right and wring
Irreverent he cussed loudly: "I will round the cape
even if I have to sail until doomsday!"
Their petrified facial expressions could tell: their master was like a devil on this floating piece of hell
There and then he gave the signal of departure
"Make sail and weigh the hook!"
And so they left the harbor
Hear the Easter bells tolling through the roaring sound of a rough sea, accompanied by the sight of a ship sailing towards her destiny
What a spectacle of Blasphemy
There was no rejoice after his mad choice.

Sails were lost, decks were flooded and lightning turned their ship into a coal-black carcass
Anxiety replaced vainglory
The storm died down but a sinister shroud of darkness remained, for daylight came no more
Floating in unending dusk, adrift on liquid ground
Months went by and land was never found
Food supplies putrefied and pestilence broke out
Suicide became routine, some chose suspension, others jumped and drowned
The dead were sown in hammocks and disposed of in the sea, buried in a watery grave, after a short ceremony
The crew froze as he left his cabin with knife and gun, slaughtering what was left of them one by one
There was an evil murderous glimpse in his eyes
By the time he was done, the ship was desecrated by death and demise
Van der Decken lashes himself to the wheel, swearing at Christ: "I shall not yield!"
All at once a new storm rose and lightning struck
The top mast broke off, impaling him, a shard of the crest piercing his chest, in a standing position nailed to the deck
And so a man dies, and a ghost resurrects.