On a midnight dark and stormy,
All lay still amid the town,
But on the ship that lay before me,
I clutched an Aztec golden crown.
A life of wealth, a life at sea,
A life of immortality
But life that's cursed with no need sated
Leaves little joy and all else hated.
We searched the sea, we scoured the land,
To find our blood gold 'mid the sand,
'Til sirens told us where to go,
Unto the fortress, El Dorado.
Moonlight pierced the umbral dark,
And showed us all as nought but bones.
It lit the harbour sentry's ark,
We sent him down to Davy Jones.
They heard the splash and rang the bell,
And musket shots rained on the sea
But this crew of mine from deepest hell,
We ran them through with savage glee.
They fought us long, they fought us hard,
Those noble soldiers in the yard.
'Til blood ran down the cobble stones
And mingled with the ocean spray.
I found the governor in a tower,
I knew that Broadside was his name
And though he died within the hour,
I felt I knew him all the same.
He told me where they hid the gold,
The mint arrived in sealed box
And there it dangled from a crane,
Above the jagged broken rocks.
Leaping swiftly from the ledge
I landed firm upon the chest
But caught the twine with just an edge
And fell away into the tempest.
Down it sank and down I swam,
Down to where it all began,
Down to nest upon the bed
'Mid weeds and wrecks and creatures dead.
My dead heart pounded in my chest
To lay this evil curse to rest.
I speared the lock and drove it home
But like my ship, the gold was pearl - not chrome!
Edited by Duke, 20 June 2011 - 12:04 PM.