11:55
Almost midnight
Enough time for one more story
A small clipper ship drew toward land
Suddenly, out of the night
The fog rolled in
They could see nothing
Not a foot ahead of them
And then, they saw a light
My God, it was a fire burning on the shore
Strong enough to penetrate the swirling mist
They steered a course toward the light
But it was a campfire, like this onde
The ship crashed against the rocks
The hull sheared in two
The mast snapped like a twig
And the wreckage sank with all the men aboard
At the bottom of the sea
Lay the Elizabeth Dane with her crew
Their eyes open and staring into the darkness
Lay the Elizabeth Dane with her crew
But it is told by the fishermen
And their fathers and grandfathers
That when the fog returns to Antonio Bay
The men at the bottom of the sea
Out in the water by Spivey Point
Will rise up
And search for the campfire
That led them to their dark, icy death
And above, as suddenly as it had come
The fog lifted, receded back across the ocean
And never came again
Twelve o'clock
The 21st of April
