"Tis time to set sail navigating by stars, me mates
Ye blasted move; else thy head, arse twill be bait.
Hoist me sails blowing like a fart in the wind
Serena bellowed," whilst her twin eyed her sins.
Beside Tyrus' cabin kneeling out side his door
listening to his groans a lead ball hit the floor.
One bottle of rum poured down his gullet
five in morning he screamed for rice, mullet.
Twas time to question this bonnie wench saved;
his life only to gift him with an unwanted babe.
Resurrecting her passion, virginal sweet charm
her Duchess stolen; Eloisa done nay harm.
Attempting to rise on legs of feathers, he fell
in a vile dream that he awoke in Red-Beards hell.
Seven days later Tyrus' old fever twill break
surprised to find Sabrina feeding him, all he takes.
Dressed now like a boy in tight pants, white shirt
it was moments of passion remembered, her skirt.
He couldn't keep his eyes of that rounded end
she twas showing not, where could he begin?
Thou know-est anon I shall face thy sister sword
"Aye! make her walk thy longest ships board."
"Tell me M' Lassie art thou really with me child
maybe thou waits; planting thy dirk whist I smile."
"Twas in port on the tropical isle of Robin-Nest
we drank to much rum, me frock tis a mess.
N'ver hath I taken to any male pirates before
thy kiss magic, me clothes melted to thy floor."
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