There’s a devil in the seas.

          Sure as there is a God of the seven seas, there is a devil!

He skirts the lands and the seas in evil-inspired journeys,

                    the blend of mass and muscle and rage a built up force. 

Upon spotting a sailing ship,

     he flings himself full tilt at the floating target,

          soon to be a story told in debris. 

On this day, the story is told off Guam;

     where pirates play a sea-like version of cops and robbers.

Guns drawn against the masts of others ships;

          flags playing up and down the masts in deceptive salutes. 

The sea-devil spots the bobbing soap of the tub,

     and so fast does he move that foam builds up before his mouth,

          and whale devil eyes bead to the doomed ship,

               with teeth toothpick ready and sharp. 

          Such great speed builds,

a 3.5 ton bullet trained upon the unsuspecting;

     water tearing around the frame and swirling in chaos behind,

                as speed and momentum build to climatic movement. 

At a meer 20 yards from the ship,

     the water breaks as the seas devil crests the surface;

and pushes up…up…an anti-gravitic lunge into the blue sky above…

               higher and higher yet. 

So great the noise and roar that deafens the waves strewn seas,

     as pirates look back and then up in ghost-terror;

and a shadow of doom jumps between the full bright sun,

         and the ship about to be decimated and torn asunder. 

Then, at the apex, the great white sea devil bellows out his rage,

                and flattens his frame to parallel with the seas…

  and in a gravity defying moment, hangs there directly above the ship;

potential hell now realized.  

There is no escape!

                          Where do men run when on a ship?

     Where do they swim when the beast is so huge? 

                    All aboard become the maelstrom of chaotic destruction,

               caught in the down flow of the bullet diving to the deeps….

          pulled to Davey Jones locker dead or alive for the second,

     dead for sure in the minute. 

But the devil circles back,

          jumping again and again on those poor souls floating on a plank.

till his wrath is consumed for the moment,

                         and his world-wide quest for death continues.