Setting.......Old days with big wooden ships and cannons......at war with the enemy......I'm captain of the 'Royal'

Nearing our fleet the ship chops through the waves gliding over Neptunes land
As the wind picked up the sails filled out sending us to make a stand
The horizon was like a canvas with brushes of smoke and cannon blasts drawing attention
Idle chatter died down and morphed into a solemn tension
War was about to enter our lives just a matter of time
I barked out orders to crew......some went below decks others began a mast climb
The sails became limp as they loosened slowing the ship down
And the smell of gun powder residue filled the air all around
The sea writhed with dead bodies and wood remnants
An unforeseen picture of the future events.........
Circling the battle sea i spotted the flag of out fleet on a seemingly empty ship
Wheeling the Royal i drew it along side........what happened next was a new script.............
Cannons roared into action and smoke blurred clear thinking
My ship rocked violently.....drilled with shots to the bow.....the Royal started ocean drinking
Deafening noises enveloped the scene with out-pause sparking confusion
The sister ships flag had simply been an illusion.............
Our cannons finally returned fire....with results unseen
A surprise attack began our destruction....ship downed by the 'queen'
Suddenly the deck slanted and lurched as the sea eyed our souls
Rapidly entering an eternal watery grave....becoming more dead sea scrolls
Bodies flung themselves over board in hope of escaping the ships swell
Water rising faster and faster.....i stood firmly on deck awaiting the depths of hell
All else faded from consciousness.....i saw the water posess the deck
And slowly but surely the cold hand of death reached for my leg
Higher and higher......i began to shiver from the deathly grasp
In honour of my crew i had to......go down with the ship till i let out my last gasp