T’was on a shore so far away
and I was too drunk for night or day.
On that shore was a Tavern so good…
to go there every Pirate should!
There was a man with a wooden leg
dowing his Old-Spice, peg by peg.
I was told he faced Poseidon, himself,
and even escaped Hades’ shelf.
He told me that he had a Map
which led to treasures overlap.
I laughed as he shared almost in vain,
but my curiosity always did sustain.
For a bag of Gold and a pint of Mead
to take Map from him I did succeed.
T’was drawn with Blood; handsome too.
T’was a Pirate-Quest, through and through.
I talked to low-lives by the Tavern bar
none of them had traveled so far.
But, when I let them know of the Gold
our Pirate-Journey was to unfold.
I kissed the Wench who served us Rum
until my own lips grew numb.
The crew and I left with Greed in heart
and from the Tavern we did depart.
We Cut some Throats by the shore;
laughed as sailors dropped to the floor.
Their glorious ship was now ours
and we set sail to the Ocean of Stars.
Davy Jones feared our intent;
Leviathan avoided our Red-Pennant!
As a Pirate-Lord I’ll return ashore, someday.
Pray that the navy guards your Bay.
~Pramodh Iyer, about.me/zardy