“I” Poem

I Am Blackbeard

I am the craziest and most malicious pirate of all time.

I lived during the 18th century.

I wonder if the vessel I spy is carrying valued cargo, like sugar, spices, and ivory.

I hear the ocean swaying, the sails flapping in the air, and the ship’s planks groaning.

I see land on the horizon.

I want all the doubloons and pieces of eight you have.

I am the craziest and most malicious pirate of all time.

 

 

I question if I can obtain ransom for these hostages.

I feel defiant, impervious, and proud when I successfully conquer my prize.

I touch the glistening coinage with my fingertips.

I worry about being captured by the Navy.

I cry, come to think about it, I don’t cry.

I understand how to manuever Queen Anne’s Revenge to successfully raid another ship.

I am the craziest and most malicious pirate of all time.

 

 

I say, “Only the devil and I know the whereabouts of my treasure, and the one of us who lives the longest should take it all.”

I believe in the Articles of the Queen Anne’s Revenge.

I dream to be the most authoritative pirate on the Atlantic Ocean.

I try to be the most terrifying pirate of all.

I hope to sail the seas forever.

I was once a privateer for the British government.

But now I am a headless pirate, lying on the bottom of the ocean’s floor.

I am the craziest and most malicious pirate of all time.