No Quarter from the Quarterdeck

The pirates stood on their deck
Safely watching from a distance
As one lone swimmer
Fought with every ounce of resistance
Drowning mouthful by mouthful
Over the course of a year
Every day they watched;
They never drew near.
Some thought it a pity-
More taunted and hissed.
Some pirates used the swimmer
For game, for target practice.
None spoke for the cause;
None reached out to help.
They were all too good
To save a drowning whelp.
They treated a dying soul
As so much flotsam and jetsam,
They just watched them,
They just let them

Die alone.

Humans are responsible
Upon seeing.
A pirate must not be
Any real human being.