The hair in the back of your neck tells you battles will begin. seeing cannon ball fire you hit the deck. Blinding smoke takes away your sight Taking down the sails Battles lasting from the morning til night. The men's faces are pale their hopes are thin and Frail. Boil Their blood Make them fight til they die Tell them to say their prayers and to get ready for their goodbyes. get the rope ready take the ship make sure noone survives today will be the day when the men's hope revives our enemy's hopes fading away Because they know that today is their last day...