Horror and Thriller Poetry posted February 5, 2014 |
The sea holds many deadly secrets. I am just one of them...
The Fateful Voyage of Martha Moriary
by Dean Kuch
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
~The Fateful Voyage of Martha Moriarty~
Avast, ye mortals, gather 'round, for a tale I have to spin. Things abide deep in the sea few living men have ever seen... boarded Her Majesty's Dreadnaught class, for a northern journey home. Deep into her journey, a Man-O-War, besieged the Dreadnaught's bow; poor Martha, who'd once thought she was safe, began to wonder now.
“Off port!” came the hearty battle cry, “She's comin' round to bear.” Martha saw, through the blinding squall, Jolly Roger waving there. “Cannons at the ready!” cried ship's Gunner's mate, “Keep your powders dry! Look lively, lads, steady now—it's not the day we wish to die.” Good captain rallied order quick, but Man-O-War held the upper hand. Unable to muster a single shot; from cannon, sword or bow, ship's crew, like it or not, were doomed for Davy Jones' locker below.
Thundering thuds of cannon fire echoed deep across the brink; split the wooden hide on her starboard side—the mighty ship began to sink. Young Martha, raised Catholic by her folks, prayed one simple, silent prayer... “Powers that be, I beg, spare me... from the horrors of this despair!”
Alas, poor Martha didn't know the one listening was purely vile, The captors ran to the hold below—beheld the demon's frozen smile. “This-s-s treasure's mine,” the monster hissed, “ I have spared her wretched life. Take all the gold, every drop of rum, I'm taking this-s-s one for my wife!”
Flames spewed forth from salty air— in an instant; they both were gone, the sight created such a scare, each man fled like a feeble fawn. The thieves took the good ship's booty, left her floundering in the sea. Despite the duty, just what they'd seen, not a one of them could agree.
Yet, I was there, deep beneath the sea, having gone down long ago, Maratha’s corpse is buried now where all we sea dwellers choose to go. Her soul now wails on in agony as her mortal body rots, Martha lies here—with me now—a puppet for all my twisted thoughts.
If you find you're out to sea, moon glow's forsaken the darkened sky, listen closely, lasses...you might hear... a dainty young maiden's cry. A new young gal I'm seeking, you see, so make sure your faith is true, Or I'll rise up from beneath the sea, and my next bride might be you!
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There has been many a sailor who has told stories of seeing strange creatures while on the high seas. Are these just ramblings or are they actual eye witness accounts of creatures yet unknown to science. August 6, 1748, on board the Daedalus in the Atlantic Ocean, 7 men including the Captain recorded in the ship's log of seeing a creature about 60 ft. long and 15 inches in diameter. A mane of a soft looking material flowed down it's back. The creature's body was a dark brown in color and it's throat area was a yellowish white. The creature was swimming approximately 15 MPH with its head constantly above the water. In modern times a creature matching this description has been seen off the coast of California by many reputable witnesses... .
Are these cursed tales only legends, or are the stories of ghostly pirates and their hidden demons true? Only the fated Dreadnaught's Captain & his mates can answer that question for you, but unfortunately, they're long dead.
May the wind be at your back and the doubloons be in your pockets as you journey into the realm of the abyss that was Martha Moriarty.
Arrrgh! Go on ya' filthy bilge rats... head on into the boat house and be far warned!
This was written ta' give yer timbers somthin' ta' shiver 'bout!
Happy sailing!
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