So, yer lookin' fer a tale o' adventure an' bravery? Let me tell ye o' the dread Cap'n Grod Cross, terror o' the limies.
Cap'n Sterne the pirate hunter stood upon the quarterdeck
Every sailor at the ready, every weapon kept in check
He would sail across the ocean, lock the pirate in the brig
and bring Cap'n Cross to England for to dance the hempen jig
He landed in Port Royal, without knowledge of its name
To take supplies and rest the night, the cap'n did proclaim
And so the sailors entered an alehouse of ill repute
To spend their precious coin afore continuing their route
But beware o' demon drink, for she may loosen sailor's tongues!
Keep away from New World wenches, let their company be spurn'd!
Lest the stories spread like fire o'er the docks and ladder rungs
An' into the brains of pirates be important secrets burn'd
On the morrow Sterne weighed anchor and set sail to search the seas
Feeling 'gainst his whiskers the relaxing morning breeze
But underneath his nostrils lay in wait the dreaded band
Waiting for their leader to give them the dread command
The signal! Pirates in the hull from the crates and barrels spewed
O'ertaking the British sailors, not a scallywag was slewn
The englishman was brought out for his enemy to face
Cap'n Cross stared down the officer, then laughed at his disgrace
"So ye'd have me ta'en to England, for to please the Queen an' dance?"
He smiled at his crew a moment, then resumed his gracious stance
"We pirates sea-legged be on land, but a dance have we for you
To waltz across a wooden plank, into the ocean blue!"
And so it was that Cap'n Cross took his finest ship. In return for me tale, I ask only fer a chance at
1) Sea Dogs: Caribbean Tales
2) Curse of Monkey Island
And if that tale be not to yer liking, here's a rousing one from time past
