pooky
08-25-2008, 01:11 AM
who'll make his mark", the captain cried "to the devil drink a toast, we'll glut the hold with cups of gold and feed the sea with ghosts. i see your hunger for fortune could be better served beneath my flag. if you've the stomach for a broadside.come aboard my pretty boys i will take you and make you everything you"ve ever dreamed" '.make fast the guns tonight we sail when the high tide fills the bay. cut free the lines and square the yards get the black flag stowed away. thye turk the arab and the spaniard will soon have pennys on their eyes and any other laden fancy. we will take her by suprise.our sails swell full as we brave all seas. on a westward wind to live as we please with the wicked wild-eyed women of portobello town where we've been told that a purse of gold buys any man a crown. they will exchange your rags for velvet coats of kings"who"ll drink a toast with me. i give you liberty .this town is ours tonight..."landlord RUM and make it the finest make it a cup for a seadogs thirst two long years of bones and beaches..fever and leeches did there worst.so fill the night with paridise...:psmiley31