Come hither readers,
and I will tell you a tale;
of bravery, mischief, and seekers
that begins with setting sail.
Now an introduction, before we start,
of a young boy called Finch.
Named for beady, black eyes- shifty, like his heart,
he had a thirst for riches he couldn't quench.
He had no parental being,
raised by trial and error.
The villagers, despite their lifelong overseeing,
all agreed he was a terror.
Though the tricks he played,
as I am told,
were wicked and disarrayed,
all he sought was love- and, perhaps, a bit of gold.
On a day when the heated touch of summer set in,
he acquired a boat.
The owner, possessing the strength of ten men,
was powerless when reading the hasty IOU Finch wrote.
So, with a meager crew of one,
Finch sailed away on the Moon Gem.
He sought another life, and so followed the path of the sun.
The ship also had company, unbeknownst to him.
Night had fallen,
and soon after Finch gorged on his rations,
he heard a shrill voice calling.
Violent scratching came from the cabins.
Finch struck a match,
abandoning his plans by the moonlight.
He opened the below-decks hatch.
What he saw snuffed his fright.
'Ha! A raccoon! Fitting companion for a thief!'
he thought, upon inspection of the creature.
He laughed, and offered it his dried beef.
The little bandit was missing an eye- its only misfeature.
In the waning light, Finch watched Gem,
who he had named after the ship.
Her form was wiry and slim-
she hopped on the ship's bow before perching on its tip.
A yawn erupted on his lips.
"It's getting late." he informed his comrade.
Gem sniffed his hand and answered with a few nips.
Finch settled himself under the stars and relived the day he'd had.
"I'll become twice the man they could ever make me." he convinced the sky, and himself.
Gem lay beside him- he buried his face in her fur.
In his head danced visions of wealth.
Finally, closing his eyes, he gave in to the sea's lure.