Pirate Stone

I could tell you a pirate story if  you wanted to listen,

  A voyage across a sea.

It does not have a happy ending,

Nor message to decree.

No treasures to be found,

Unless the X is yet to come,

Just a matey who hears the sound

Of her own lonesome hum.

The other pirates walked the plank.

To get away at last.

Wholeheartedly they sank,

Leaving her at the mast.

She resides on the ship alone,

Wondering of her error

Regretting she was the stone,

That weighted her crew in terror.

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