Ahoy Matey! Pull up!

Off the port bow you'll find a Gazebo.

To starboard, an open ocean; open to... 

 🎊

Brigadiers hustling up booty by the Galleon

Under the pressure of a Tritons worth of tattoo tears

The waters of discord be deeply fickle

The shallow currents loyally cut streamline paths

with the river styx, through waves of pressure 

like a dagger, slicing a narrowest space for parley

in bloodline cartography

I saved a parking space for ye.🧸