A/N: A poetical version of what happened to Bootstrap Bill.
"Now That's What You Call Ironic"
"On an island they marooned Jack
With one pistol that was loaded
They hoped he stab himself in the back
Or his own brains he'd exploded.
Now old Bootstrap Bill wasn't happy with this
Said they deserved to be tortured
And they took him out into the foggy mists
Out in the middle of the sea's orchard.
So they threw him in his hearse
And Barbossa was happy with gleeā¦
Until it was Bill's blood we needed to undo the curse
And O the irony!"
