Ballista fire, are ya listenin'?
Pirates board, steel a-glistenin'.
Screams in the night
A bloodthirsty fight.
Walk the plank, ye scurvy scallawag!

In the air, smoke is spreadin'.
While the pirates are beheadin'.
The ship, it will sink
Down in the drink.
As the Pirate fleet just floats away.

On the high seas, we can steal some plunder!
Pillage, burn, and all-around get down!
All who hear will come to fear the thunder
when we and our rapscallions come around!

Later on, we'll set fire
to the jail, and watch the pyre.
Rememb'rin the way
we said it today,
"Walk the plank, ye scurvy scallawag."

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 818 AF.