Sweet Trade by Fallen Engel 2016

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White squalls, black clouds, cacophony of lightning, Man-O-War ship set and equipped for fighting. Sea birds void and Jacob's ladder drawn, set our hempen halters on the hanging post waiting for the scallywags neck. Raise our black jack's high and le...

White squalls, black clouds, cacophony of lightning, Man-O-War ship set and equipped for fighting. Sea birds void and Jacob's ladder drawn, set our hempen halters on the hanging post waiting for the scallywags neck. Raise our black jack's high and let the grog splash over. We band together steering absolute bearing looking for the bounty of our enemies cargo. Dirks and cutlasses by our side to get close and personal after attacking the hull with are cannons. Chopping over white caps we hear "sail ho" from the pendulating crow nest above. There she is ahead of us, the floating jewel is at hand. "Aye, aye", we squawk, time to ambush and fight four our self proclaimed booty. Squinting through the looking-glass we advance from far behind to the swag of gold and riches. Avast ye!, time to take what is ours and annihilate what is theirs, the black spot has been cast.  Cannons explode with their smoke meandering into the heavy air while high impact causes the ruination of the facile jewel. She is helplessly sways, moans and starts to sink. Board her swiftly and steal all on board for this is what we have came for, our destiny. Dance the hempen jig with the old salts scruff. There only mistake was being on the wanted ship in the black tempests rough. Stab, cut and slash through the throng till we clear out our path to the other side of our heralded salvation. Mutilated bodies, dirks, cutlasses and blood permeate the deck at once heavy wholesome wooden planks. Abandon the laid to waste ship, there is comradery between us buccaneers. All hands on deck and time to revel in our acquired riches, we set sail for our next opponents beaches. We hope Leviathan lets us continue and not interrupt our journey. We swing the lamp, drink our stolen grog and curse the scallywags gurney. Afternoon watch is on as we drift from the asylum har with zephyr and ghost water. Yo ho ho, as we look for the next ox-eye to sail into, such is the sweet trade of a pirate.

 

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