One mans map, is another mans treasure

Off the coast my captain

and thar she blows

far off as the sea is deep,

towards off shore lands

where the tales have teeth,

and the waves come in drowning heaps.


Twas this the lad he pointed afar

to a crumb of land nearby

our map has finally paved its course

as our rum was running dry,

the thrill it waved upon us all

at the thought of treasures found

we stood among the rocking deck

dirty beards and stench by the pound,

that’s when the sound came crashing through

cannons and firearms, knives they flew

everything was lost that fateful day

the map, the treasure, and me crew.

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