Busted Gulch vol. 15

Capsizing - NehpetsEnal

Capsizing

The morning had broken, the crew needed to be awoken

But everyone snored, and no one stirred

The Liberty Belle's mast was tilting to the east

She had begun to list, into the morning mist

The rats seemed to be the only ones that cared, they were running scared

Rats aren't dopes, and were soon squealing their way down the ship's ropes

The fall out of bed, had left Bret rubbing his head

Marie Loé was sat on the loo, but couldn't let go

The tilt of the deck, reminded Bret that he was a wreck

He moved toward the sink, and fell before he could think

The ceiling wasn't spinning, it was leaning

He crawled to the hall, and sounded the toll

The ship was in a panic, with naked people falling from their bunks, it was manic

He barely had time to shimmy into his underwear, but would anyone care

The half-naked crew, of men and women, were hailed, there were but a few

Most were still trying to dress, whilst writhing on the floor, it was an immoral looking mess

The crew had to forget their pride and get those pumps up and running, or we'd soon be capsizing

Checked the boiler, its fire was still burning, he was grateful, that means the engine will soon be running

The fact that Bret was still in his underwear and socks, didn't stop him yelling, "Tie the ship's capstan to the makeshift docks!"

As the capstan began to turn, the strain was as much as the docks could bear, but they held tight, so he didn't care

The nervous wait for the hiss of steam, found him wishing he was still in his dream

Then Liberty Belle's aged pumps began to turn with creaks and groans, like an old man's aching bones

The engine coughed and spluttered, but none of that mattered

For the bilges had to be emptied or like others, before her the Liberty Belle would have died

The deck juddered as they kicked into life, and the sparsely clothed crew on the shore ran for their life

Water shot from the port side, with the force of a cannon, it could have ripped off their naked hide

The half-naked crew had stemmed the list, and the ship's mast began to rise from the mist

As the sound of Bart's laughter, echoed from the bridge, at the sight of his brother sat on the docks, in only his underwear and socks

The sight couldn't look any funnier, it made the morning seem sunnier

But Bret wasn't one to hide, he notices a rather bedraggled Miss Smithfield by his brother's side

The poor girl's face was soon all aglow, he was about to make her the star of the show

Wagging his finger he said, "No wonder the Liberty Belle's was listing, it looks like you two spent the night doing more than kissing."

The truth didn't phase Bart, and like the gentleman he was, he kissed her tenderly on the forehead and courteously wrapped an embarrassed Sammy gently, in the warmth of his checkered cowboy shirt

"We'll save it for later brother, first, you've got some explaining to do," pointing at the top deck, towards their mother and father

"The boys done good, Missy." 

 "But Denver are you sure she's not a hussy?"

"I was talking about Bret, come on my dear, he's a man and she's a woman

The night we've just had, and you think that she's bad?"

He grinned and winked, they cuddled together, she blushed and smiled

The heartfelt love in their eyes brightened the Salt Marsh's early morning skies

Not everyone has cherry blossom memories to share