I left my will in an unusual way;
a message in a bottle, set a drift at the beginning of a summer's day.
for my message was not for anyone of my home,
but for those of the same soul, who appreciated the sea spray and foam.
I did not detail gold nor treasure,
but left words of wisdom, and a smile, for good measure.
when Davy Jones comes to my door
and my soul must be sea-bound forever more,
I must bid you caution before adieu,
and I leave you with my words to chew:
not all treasure is gold and silver,
not every mermaid will leave you bewildered
when the music of the sea falls deaf upon your ears,
recall the spray of the water and the blush of the horizon.
when your self has been stolen, and all meaning is black,
take what is yours, steal yourself back.
do not lose your heart, nor lock it away -
one day you'll want it, on a dark and dreary day.
when raising a sword, take consideration of your fate:
why fight, when you can negotiate?
and when your experiences come to pass as memories, remember this forever:
I never regret.