By Ashley Selzer
Our skirmish takes place in a forest so dark
In the night nothing will be seen, including shadows; therefore
Tom Redruth never knew when Silver would approach
And so for that fact, he was nervous to the core
With a backbone and a spirit never daring take detours
On the road of life, he stood up to Silver nervous, but angry more
"You, you rascally, unworthy scoundrel"
Tom Redruth said this but nothing more.
So, Silver took his crutch and aimed at poor old Tom
Tom then fell, and a crutch he bore
Right between his back and amidst the blood and gore
Tom Redruth died and saying nothing more
Dear little Jim Hawkins, only fifteen or so
Witnessed an old man's death, in shock as I implore
But even more so in the spirit of a good life and home
And as he once said, "It's this and nothing more."
Burning with a passion, a desire to know more
About the man called Silver, a fractious traitor, nothing more.
Hiding in the shadows, dark and all alone
Hearing cries of terror, angst, and so much more
"Never should've left," said he, curling in a ball
Drifting off to sleep, inhibitions feared no more
For he was very tired, slipping into dreams he sought the more
Blissfully, for evermore.
Although he tried so hard as not to slip away
Nothing could tear him from the sight of total war
All along he knew so well the horror of Silver's name
An anathema, in short, would allow him to abhor
The name in which he used to call himself, placidly, he swore
"Never, ever to deride his presence; or thou shall be ignored."
Aagh! A cry of death is heard through bushes near and far
Jim Hawkins woke and crawling from his hiding place, there came another roar.
This time one of pain as Jim shakes inside
Above all other premonitions, this one killed him for sure
Leaving the doctor and squire was a decision he deplored
For he could have been discovered leaving no savior left onshore.
THUMP-THUMP! Jim's heart went as he came to a standstill
Trapped inside the endless bog, daring not to move, he swore
Scared he was, but never a coward; Jim Hawkins was his name
And although he ran from goodness, that deed he would restore
In sake of all that was sane in a world of hearts so sore
Confident in action, never was he so unsure.
"Trust no one." Jim thought as he meandered through the night
For his actions towards Silver said they had a bad rapport
As Silver treated Jim as though he were one of his own
A prestigious title that was, superficial even more
For Silver was distrusted by the heroes inevitably rational to the core
And Silver's duplicity was something Jim would not ignore
Surreptitiously sneaking around a dark lit place
Jim was a flamboyant mess on the outside, more than he could account for
Why would he venture further in state as such, Heaven knows
But he fulfilled his duty promptly to his captain as he called for.
Unfortunately, he disobeyed his promise to him, therefore;
He felt as such a coward, a traitor, nothing more.
Making his way timorously along, looking for a haven
But no other place than the "Admiral Benbow" was what Jim could ask for.
Desiring his utopia back in jolly old England
With little remuneration for his services, but pride was what he wore
The jaunty, hearty spirit escaped his soul that seemed to last for evermore
Until he saw a face, creating nominal hope he would ever adore.