the ship sails from the port
towards another royal court
with it departs my crew
waving back at you
but i leave behind a souvenir
marks in the dirt from my anchor
see through the water clearer
every time I'm here they're deeper
I'll return with bountiful loot
stories and trinkets to boot
pictures of my latest exploits
the tallest of tales and tiny toys
we'll laugh at them over a bottle
engage in the occasional quarrel
you'll tell me about your life these past months
who you met; what you did; did you get drunk
and always onboard I keep a shipment
of our shared memories in case I miss them
I'll visit strange shores and places new
but promise; I'll always come back to you