My name is Anton Iroh, and I’ve a tale to
share,
Of danger and great peril, a warning to
beware.
It is the story of my ending, which I only
share,
To caution you about the Bloop, in mind of
your welfare.
One morning I got ready for a trip
upon the seas.
For working as a sailor, had been my
expertise.
Sack filled with provisions, for all
possibilities.
But I forgot to wind my timepiece, a
choice which would displease.
The skies were filled with angst that day,
I walked down to the pier.
A dark and eerie feeling promised trouble
would appear.
But I walked on in spite of it, fist tight
upon my gear,
And as I did, an awful feeling, gripped my
chest with fear.
When I arrived in Harbortown, no glance
would reach my eye.
Men looked away with quickened step, as
they walked on by.
They moved so fast that they were gone
before I could ask “why?”
I wondered if they felt the same strange,
sense of dread as I.
Shaking off the sense of dread, filling
heavy air.
I focused on my timepiece, seeing I had
time to spare.
I walked into a tavern selling, wines from
everywhere,
And called upon the barman, as I sat upon the
chair.
“Pardon good sir,” I said to him, his back
turned away,
“I wonder if you have, a calming drink for
me today?”
He turned to me, and begged unspoken
warning to convey.
Instead he placed a cup before me, and
quietly said, “Pray.”
I thought it strange but drained my cup,
looking at the time.
Realizing none had passed, as I drank my
wine.
My timepiece had stopped moving, no tick,
no tock, no chime.
“Watch out for the Bloop”, he said, as I
left the man his dime.
Running to the waterfront, to climb aboard
my ship,
I thought not of the warning, only
searched for Heavens Clip.
I’d missed my boat, I realized, as I
reached the slip,
And found anchored in its stead, the S.S.
Neptunes Grip.
The vessel welcomed me aboard, knowing I’d
thought twice.
The wooden planks, worn and warped, barely
would suffice.
The captain came with warning, “Don’t let
the ship entice,
The skies will show this trip to bring, a
sailors’ sacrifice.”
I almost turned, right back around,
finding my way home,
But instead, we set to sail, on to the
unknown.
Crew looked upon the waters, sudden urge
to atone,
As if the seas before them, were to be
their catacomb.
As night befell the schooner, I feared to
close my eyes.
The darkness sank around us, from the
blackened, empty skies.
I heard a terrorizing sound, as if the
oceans’ cries.
A sound so awful that I swore, a demon
would arise.
The sickening sound reminded me, of
grinding bone on bone.
As if Hell itself, was dragging man down
to its fiery throne.
I wanted to run, needed to hide, my fear
was overgrown.
My instincts told me, this would end, in
fire and brimstone.
“What is that sound mate?” I beseeched, as
I held on to the sloop,
“The creature of deep,” He whispered in
fear, as he looked upon the group.
“We must give up one, to save 99, so that
he won’t swoop.”
They all froze in fear, having heard
tales, of the creature known as The Bloop.
I thought of the strange barkeep, his
final warning tolled,
And felt myself be lifted, as the seas
below me rolled.
Somehow the crew determined that MY soul
would be sold,
In place of all the others, to the seas
the Bloop patrolled.
The Bloop was enormous, complete with gill
and fin.
His razor-sharp teeth equipped, to rip
both bone and skin.
His eyes held the death of sailors, his
victims from within.
I prayed to God for quickened death, and
forgiveness of my sin.
As I held my breath and braced, for
death’s untimely knock,
I felt my focused senses dull; my body
went to shock.
And realized this ending, would have been
from different stock,
If only I had paused enough, to be sure to
wind my clock.
So if a terrible sound you hear, as you
sail upon the sea,
Turn back around, change your course, so
you can remain free.
Or Darkness just may seek you out, for
soul captivity,
And the Bloop might swallow you up whole,
just as he did me.
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