Just a quick fun one:

The whales pod past the creaky keel
As the ol' scab Ramos grips at the wheel.
The ocean breaks from its usual spray
For aught but a mist damps the men that day.
The captain Kanarb steps out on the deck,
Rubbing the tat on the back of his neck.
A hoot, a holler, he shouts, "Ahoy!
T'day be a fine day fer rum muh boys!"
And quickly, slickly, with thunderous roar
The lads dispose of the entire store.