Although she was blessed with good fortune,
She never saw what form such “good luck” would come in.
She saw merely the horizon, sun, stormy sea, stars, and enemies.
Every day without humor or adventure,
She finally decided on something.
“I’m done with Lady Luck!
But I should at least show some gratitude.”
She prepared a golden rudder.
Shining on the heart of the devil’s ship, that flower bloomed fully.
That ship would continue on toward the crest of hope until the day it reaches it.
“No, it’s good! Really good!
This tacky thing is fitting for pirates, sis, gyahaha!”
“Alrighty, open up a cask of Bombay.
Unless you’d like a seafloor expedition?”
Who is Carson? Are they nice?