Black salty waves like demon mountains thrash against the pier.
He stands there, a looming silhouette with one bloodshot eye.
A dark chocolate patch adorns his other eye.
A shaggy black cat-like beard hugs his chin.
A single mangled braid hangs from his stained hat.
A skull and crossbones twinkles in a beam of moonlight.
A scarred face mirrors turbulent events.
He gives off a musky scent like an old sock.
He looks like a murderous crow waiting for prey.
A wanted lad, on the run.
He strides down the pier.
He knocks on the door.
It creaks open.
He disappears through the slithering gap.