An ancient ship, the pride of Spain, embarked upon a quest
To navigate the ocean wide and still survive the test.
From China, Burma, Borneo came cargo of great price,
Silk tapestries and ivories and precious crates of spice.
The ship set sail, sailors cheered, together they would strive
To bravely steer across the sea and pray they would arrive.
And yet, alas, their ship was doomed by Lady Fate's cruel hand
So many lives and dreams were lost within the sight of land
A whirlpool drowned the ancient ship, battered, scarred and torn
Timbers smashed and sailors lost upon that dreadful morn
Today, the ship is safe at rest removed from ocean gales
And guarded by an ancient beast, so tell the whispered tales…
The treasure waits beneath the waves forever buried in the mire
For none are brave or foolish yet to face the creature's ire.
Until now…
