Blue Meander: The Funeral

“Of course you can.” Henry said, shooing me forward.
I didn’t find his words much comfort.
“Um…” I stared down at the body, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. I had no idea what to say so I said the Lord’s Prayer and mumbled through a pirate shanty I’d heard once before. “The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones. The sea be ours and by the powr’s where we will, we’ll roam. Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colours high. heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say we die.”
“Never say we die.” The men whispered.
There was a moment of silence, and then it started to rain.
“I believe Captain…that the Blue Meander will sail swiftly and safely, under the command of Captain Henry Corbluff.”
Henry Corbluff stepped forward. “Tip him over, lads.” he said quietly.
Two of the crew stepped forward and tipped the Captain’s body overboard. There was a muted plash as he hit the water and began the journey to his final resting place.
“Lads, who will be decided 1st mate?”

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