by Shadow & Daydreams, pirate poets adrift
PINC still sails through storm and sass,
With drama thick as shattered glass.
Shadow sighed, “This ride’s too loud,”
Daydreams nodded through the cloud.
What once was wild and full of laughs,
Now spun in circles, torn in halves.
Peace was gone, and fun ran dry,
Even pirates need blue sky.
So they jumped into the lifeboat,
With tear-soaked pride and one sad note:
“We loved you more than we could say,
But trust was broken that dark day.”
No jokes could drown the ache inside—
They never wanted this goodbye.
Jim’s temper flared, yes, hard to bear,
But still, respect was always there.
Corbin fed the worst extremes,
Whispers twisting shadowed dreams.
They thought Corbin was a friend,
But backstabbed just to save his end.
Smiling while he stabbed their backs,
Playing games, rewriting tracks.
Shadow snapped but chose not war,
Daydreams whispered, “Not anymore.”
What hurt the most wasn’t the end—
It’s learning Corbin played pretend.
They packed their hearts, their jokes, their pride,
And faced the waves they couldn't hide.
Their compass cracked, but hope still burned,
For friendships lost and trust unlearned.
So they jumped into the lifeboat,
With tear-soaked pride and one sad note:
“We loved you more than we could say,
But trust was broken that dark day.”
No jokes could drown the ache inside—
They never wanted this goodbye.
Cruniac, from far-off land,
Reached out with a peaceful hand.
“Come,” he said, “Just rest your head,
Leave behind the fights and dread.”
He offered rest from endless flame,
A break from blame and foolish games.
So Shadow, Daydreams took the leap—
Into silence, stars, and sleep.
They won’t return — that’s plain to see,
But PINC was more than piracy.
It was a home, a stormy mess,
With chaos, heart, and real finesse.
Don’t follow them, that’s their plea—
But don’t forget their loyalty.
Now they float near Noah’s side,
With soggy snacks and wounded pride.
Daydreams made a pirate hat,
Out of gum wrappers—imagine that!
Shadow’s trying to shave with rocks,
While cracking jokes to beat the shocks.
They miss the chaos, miss the crew,
And raccoons on trash night too!
So they jumped into the lifeboat,
With cracked-up hearts they couldn’t coat.
Not with jokes or sarcasm loud—
Just silent love beneath the cloud.
They’ll sail on waves they didn’t choose,
But PINC? That’s the heart they’ll lose.
If winds should shift or peace restore,
They’d sail straight back to PINC once more.
But for now, they drift, not out of spite—
Just hearts too heavy for the fight.
