Admiral Orofino, Or, "The Deliv'ryman of Much Secrets and Death"

Admiral sir, we've found

A way to track you down

I'm sure this comes as no surprise

We regretfully inform you, but

This is the norm with men

The likes of you

Pending marshal law

You'll have one chance to withdraw

Before we take aggressive means

And as you are aware

You'll have one chance to re-swear allegiance to the Queen

I bend over backwards

I study the charts

I get them home safely

Before supper starts

And how do they pay me

With letters and threats

I wish they would fold their hands

And settle their debts

Should you want to know

Or wonder where to go

If sense comes knocking at your door

Please sign your name below

Sit tight until we show

A time can be arranged

A man came to meet me

A quarter past three

To purchase my conscience

And strained loyalty

The fleet I commanded

A convoy unarmed

Was to be stranded

No one would be harmed