Departure Towards a Nautical Curse

The crew froze as he wiped the blood off on his coat
And threw the helmsman ruthlessly overboard
In defiance of the storm, that kept them anchored for so long
He swore an oath to forfeit right and wrong

Irreverent he cussed loudly
"I will round the cape, even if I have to sail until doomsday!"
Their petrified facial expressions could tell
Their master was like a devil on this floating piece of hell

There and then he gave the signal of departure
"Make sail and weigh the hook!"
And so they left the harbor
Hear the easter bells tolling
Through the roaring sound of a rough sea
Accompanied by the sight of a ship sailing towards her destiny
What a spectacle of blasphemy

There was no rejoice after his mad choice
Sails were lost, decks were flooded
And lightning turned their ship into a coal-black carcass
Anxiety replaced vain glory

The storm died down but a sinister shroud of darkness remained
For the daylight came no more
Floating in unending dusk, adrift on liquid ground
Months went by and land was never found

Food supplies putrefied and pestilence broke out
Suicide became routine, some chose suspension
Others jumped and drowned
The dead were sown in hammocks
And disposed of in the sea
Buried in a watery grave after a short ceremony

The crew froze as he left his cabin with knife and gun
Slaughtering what was left of them one by one
There was an evil murderous glimpse in his eyes
By the time he was done
The ship was desecrated by death and demise

Van Der Decken lashes himself to the wheel
Swearing at Christ
"I shall not yield!"
All at once a new storm rose and lightning struck
The top mast broke off, impaling him
A shard of the crest piercing his chest
In a standing position nailed to the deck
And so a man dies
And a ghost resurrects