Your Sail's always cast in your favor, they say,
But this Captain sighs 'no' in a disheartening way.
He can't really explain, so sail and smile suffice,
Yet in that second alone, a new smirk not so nice.
Canoes passing by, he can smile all day,
But then in the night, some thing forces fade.
He gives in attempt to himself dismember,
Yes, he'll only patch holes until he's forced to surrender.