Waves crashed on the rocks, sent by the
troubled sea,
All hope of the crew, now lost
Battered, the tall ship of oak, did
sail into the bay,
Seeking shelter, at all cost.
Canoes paddled to its side, wounded and
doomed,
Rescue, near at hand.
Men in blue shook their heads, with
looks of scorn,
Disdainful, of the land.
Hung on the reef, the ship surely
smashed beyond repair;
Longboats the only hope, the men did
say.
Muskets and swords, armed for war, the
crew took to oars,
War and death, fated for the day.