The rudder broke and disappeared

out at sea the ship drifted aimlessly

The captain faced uncertainty

as the engine faltered also

Disagreement on the bridge

fuel perilously low

Fever breaks out below decks

it is highly contagious

Sails are raised but torn

no whisper of wind apparent

Radio reports pirates are close

The ship carries gold bullion

Water trickles into the hold

as the ship begins to list

The outlook is bleak

no contingency plans exist

Insufficient life boats and jackets

destroy any vestige of hope

panic simmers beneath the surface

of fearful hearts

No longer seaworthy

a storm threatens

The horizon is dark and foreboding

Impending doom creates more fear

Gold in plenty has no value

It will sink with all hope lost