"Tell me quick" said Old McFee   "What's this all have to do with me?"   "I've spent all my time at sea a loner."      "Is there something else I should know?"   "Something hidden down below the level of your conversation?"   We he turned away before the answer   Though I yelled aloud he refused to hear   It became to clear   So it went as we put out   I was left in constant doubt   Everything I asked about seemed private      The captain strolled the bridge one night   I stopped him in the evening light   To ask him would it be all right to join him      But he stood there like some idol   And he listened like some temple   And then he turned away      All along the fateful coast   We moved silent like a ghost   The timeless sea of tireless host possessed us   The wind came building from the cold northwest   And soon the waves began to crest   Crashing cross the forward deck   All hands lost      I alone survived the sinking   I alone possessed the tools   On that ship of fools