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 glee…

Until it was Bill's blood we needed to undo the curse

And O the irony!"