as we clung to the mast for our lives;
Davy Jones was coming, incensed by his scorned lover
Calypso, goddess of the sea, you have loyalty to none but yourself
or so the legends go;
did you cast him aside, setting him on a path of eternal warfare,
knowing that he would follow your words out of love,
as the stories all go -
or was there a deeper meaning behind it all,
meant for his heart only while you watched him sail,
setting typhoons against his enemies
crewing his ship with the damned, knowing his authority would tame them
and waiting, locket in hand, for your love to return
as sure as the tide turns.
perhaps we judge too soon, scrutinizing the worlds of the otherworldly
comparing them to our own stories and passing sentences
as swiftly as a blade.