C I Hoist the Colors

by ~PaperMoona

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

The murmur was heard in the night through a fine layer of nocturne fog. A watchmen was trying to definite the exact direction. The East. He leave his post and went to his captain. He informed his superior with a barely heard whisper.

-Milord, pirates to the East.

The Capitan looked serious, he looked around to his silent crowd. Every thing in his clipper ship, a fast one was in order. There was nothing that will reveal their position, not a sound, not a light. The entry crowd was wide awake due to an earlier order. They were here to capture a famous pirate. There were even legends of that pirate, it has been said that he or she; no one even dare to assure the gender; is the son of some type of witch, others said that it was him who raised the Kraken, even they said that he must be the son or daughter o the pirate Goddess Calypso.

The King of England had raised a quest to every man in the India's. If someone catch that pirate there will be a great recompense. The hand in marriage of one of his daughters, a large amount of gold, a noble title or a great portion of country. Capitan Avalon was in the quest. He want honour, he want riches and of course he want the hand of Victoria, the King's middle daughter.