"If Ratbeard can't get turkey
and Bonnie can't make pie
Than what other surprises
Do on this Thanksgiving lie?"
November was coming to a close
Upon the Hero's Kite
And past the Raven Island snows
She sailed on t'wards the light
While Gracie manned the cannonballs
and Sarah topped the mast
The captain, boggled, milled about
As frazzled as was fast.
"Should we worry 'bout the traffic
On through the sparkling Stormgates home?
What about today's parade -
Skull Island will be overflowed!"
In time, as she neared the swirling
passageway to her island home
Ships, bumping 'round, were stacked and twirling
Flotsam soon these vessels prone!
With a sigh, the dead-eye swashbuck
Steered her ship away, away
Seemed that she was out of luck
To spend time with her friends that day.