Put down your weapons.
Hold all fire.
Lower the black.
Weight the anchor.

I lost the fight.
Turned my own canons on me.
I destroyed my own ship.
To give her safe passage.

And now, I watch you sail away.
Watch you leave into the sun set with someone else.
Something I expected.
But not what I wanted.

There be no wind in my sails.
No character in my flag.
No cheer among my men.
What I possess is a small red gem.

I hold it close to me;
While I wait.
Wait for the wind to pick up.
Wait for my sails to fill up with wind.