the devil’s in the details,
         etched into my DNA
     every secret spilled, every subtle nod noticed
                 and the sound of the bells at the docks
               ring in my ears, like a lover’s whisper
           I cared not for the executioner and his mistress
                 she’s as sharp as a whip, sometimes sharper
           I can’t be bothered to ask after her
   not after what they did to my Arn –

               and so the bells keep me content
                       my compass keeps me calm
                  my sails carry me wherever I wish

         and my pirate’s love song is never over,
            so long as the salt spray crashes over me
                   so long as the deck creaks in the moonlight
                        so long as there’s a bounty upon me.