"Beter for to live and die, under the brave black flag I fly, than play a sanctimonious part with a pirate head and a pirate heart..."
Sailing the Sea under a flag of Black and White, With sails pure as summer clouds, the creaking of the masts and the ropes of the rigging, the smell of salt tangy and fresh on the air as the wooden vessel tips and plunges through the racing white horses.
The wind streaming through his long brown hair, the feather in his hat steaming and dancing behind him, the spray leaping up to cling to his clothes and skin, a bright smile on his lips as he stands there, facing the world head on at the prow or tillar of his fine ship. 'The Madness of Hades' is under his command, she is his first true love, a love shared only with one other, a rare treasure, and te theiving pirate, the feind himself found his heart stollen well and truely.
Macy Tresquax
The pirate and his treasure, now sail the sea's together.
The wind streaming through his long brown hair, the feather in his hat steaming and dancing behind him, the spray leaping up to cling to his clothes and skin, a bright smile on his lips as he stands there, facing the world head on at the prow or tillar of his fine ship. 'The Madness of Hades' is under his command, she is his first true love, a love shared only with one other, a rare treasure, and te theiving pirate, the feind himself found his heart stollen well and truely.
Macy Tresquax
The pirate and his treasure, now sail the sea's together.
"Oh I'm the pirate King, Huzzah for the Pirate King, It is, It is a glorious thing to be a Pirate King..."
