The Saga of Mad Captain Creed
The Saga of Mad Captain Creed
I'll tell the tale of Capt. Creed
Who lived his life upon the Sea.
Though some of it you won't believe
The truth, my friend. You shall receive
The details of his life and death,
From humble birth to his last breath,
Recounting all his deeds of fame
And those again that brought him shame.
He started down his fateful path
When but a boy he went to Bath
And booked a berth aboard a barge
And cleaned the bilge to pay the charge.
A passage earned by sweat and tears
It got him down to Bristol's piers
Where there he found a merchant moored
To take him far from England's shore.
At sea the boy became a man
A tried and true and steady hand.
He learned the ropes and rigged the spars
And soon was like the other tars.
He trimmed the sails, and manned the guns
And learned to live on grog and rum.
His captain saw some hidden trait
Promoting him from Hand to Mate.
He sailed that ship til she went down
With half the crew and captain drowned
But soon he'd found a better berth
Aboard a sloop outbound from Perth.
He showed his mettle once again
This Captain, too, soon called him "friend"
But when that boat broke on the rocks
He found himself back on the dock.
When then the King made war on Spain
And privateers all plied the Main
He bought a ship with borrowed gold
With cannon mounted in the hold.
He hired hands to hang the sheets
And armed them all from toe to teeth.
He christened her "The Silver Steed"
And called himself Mad Capt. Creed.
He set a course that varied none
And sharpened swords and greased the guns
He ran us up and down the trace
And pushed us to increase our pace
And when he'd sight a Spanish ship
It seemed that then the wind would whip
Til canvas stretched and strained the masts
To speed "The Steed" so sleek and fast.
He'd roar right in with guns ablaze
Amidst the smoky bluish haze
His courage was his best asset
And fear possessed those he beset
The thunder roared and lightning flashed
While bloodied sabers clanged and clashed
Although his hold was plunder filled
Yet still he yearned more blood to spill.
He'd sail to port for ship supplies
And get reports from English spies.
His crew would buy their rum and whores
But Capt. Creed nar' walked ashore.
He paced a path into the deck
While every inch of ship was checked
Until he sensed the changing tide
Then on the waves "The Steed" would ride.
One day way down near Cuba's bay
He spied a craft and sailed it's way.
And so "The Steed", though half it's size,
Had caught him there his biggest prize.
He sacked the cabins, killed the crew,
We wondered then what next he'd do.
He burned the boat down to her spine.
The first act of his long decline.
We witnessed then a change in him
His beard went gray, his face went grim
Although with un-diminished force
His voice grew gruff and rasped and hoarse
Of ships he took, there's none survived
He took their goods, then took their lives
No beg or plea for quarter shown
Cold blood had turned his heart to stone.
The hand of Fate that gripped the wheel
Had changed the man from flesh to steel.
He lent himself to lust free reign
And every time his sword was stained
He'd laugh aloud and curse their souls
His eyes two dark and burning coals.
The Captain of the Silver Steed
Had fallen prey to Pride and Greed.
If Spanish ships there were a lack
Took those that flew the Union Jack
Or any ship that sailed the sea
And crossed the bow of Capt. Creed.
With cutting cries and slashing swords
We'd swarm the ship, a bloody horde.
And where our flag had once been flown
His pennant now wore skull and bone.
And then there came the dire day
That all men face who live that way.
The Steed had tried but couldn't shake
A fleet of ships that crossed her wake.
They harried her from dusk til dawn
Til hope of flight had fled and gone
There in the rays of day's first light
She turned about, prepared to fight.
Where there we made our final stand
T'was hand to hand and man to man
Til broadside blast brought our mast down
And threatened then our ship to drown.
The Captain fought and feigned to yield
And when he fell we though him killed
With wounds to flesh from swords and knives
And yet our captain still survived.
Then clapped in irons hand and feet
A pris'ner of the British fleet
They bore him down to Nassau shore
(A place he'd raided twice before)
And there he stood before the rail
While witnesses retold their tales
They sealed his fate and named his doom
A pirates death and nameless tomb.
When on the morn of his last day
They say he waved the Priest away
And walked with pride to Nassau Square
And up upon the gallows there.
And with the final words he spoke
He cursed the King and then the Pope
The hangman then performed the deed.
And hung the pirate known as Creed.
His head fed crows on Market Street
And dogs they ate his hands and feet,
His torso wrapped and weighed with chain
Was cast into the Bounding Main.
And many are the tales of fright
Of spectral ships on starry nights
And sailors all have sworn to see
Mad Capt. Creed aboard The Steed.
Rob Anderson (4/23/2010)