The life of Pi

Tiger and boy left afloat,
On a little ill-fated boat,
Spent days and weeks in tension,
In neither one's land in the ocean.
Without hope from across the sea,
As the weeks and months lingered by,
Their only choice is to go pacific,
Came to realize Parker and Pi;
Or go down fighting for a lost cause,
And on no-one's land both will die.
Two mortal enemies on a life boat,
As would never have been the norm,
Signed a pacta sunt servanda to survive,
From hopelessness and the sweeping storm.
From India across the Pacific,
For weeks and months with little break,
Pi would fish for Parker and Pi,
And Parker would keep Pi cautious'n awake.
As is written by nature's laws,
The struggling souls survived;
To Pi's concussioned eyes' surprise,
At a coast in Mexico they arrived;
But Pi was saddened to see Parker go,
To the jungles nearby to find a lair,
After hundreds of days together at sea,
Without a bye, a smile or a gloomy stare.