A pirate sigh
From Black-eyed Johnson
Sinking down to sit cross-legged
In the wicker basket
His crew gaze back
One munching on the leg of something
He snarled out of the air
Another picking her nose, and flicking
When again would she have the chance
To fling something from such a height?
One seeming to be peering at the inside
Of his cap in disgust and confusion
Johnson takes a moment to look up while no one else is
Contemplating this clothbound dragon
Carrying them tediously away from
Their intended destination


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