3 December 2012
"Hoist the main sail."
And so starts our tale.
I swabbed the deck.
Yet gain no respect.
I polish the cannons.
Just to stay out of the irons.
To the sea we are slaves.
At home only on the waves.
In the crows nest I perch.
As the ocean I search.
"Ship to the East!"
I smell gold and a feast.
Cannons at the ready.
And we hold steady.
They're caught unaware, too busy blundering.
They'll never stop us from plundering.
The battle ended quickly
And we cheered in our victory.
Our bounty is full.
And our resolute is true.
A pirate forever.
Now hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist The Colours! • Opuss № I