The cannon reared backward violently
Like a seated man avoiding an hot spill
My heart a vessel chartless and shot-chewed
The stinking male spray, bilge-hearted
War starter, sternly barging past gouging burgs
Showing half of half of half
Enough to capsize a vessel of this size
The waves it breasts bravely threaten
To send her crew to bone-hued whale’s graves
Yet on she braces
Crewed and captained by mutineers and crude copies of officers.
Alchemisland 
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