Salty breeze whips at my face,
The seagulls as they soar through the sky,
Sun is soon falling to the rising moon,
And the stars begin to shine
Tide comes in faster,
Sand is getting cold,
The wind now sends chills through me,
And now gently glides through my hair.
Now that night has fallen,
The moon reflects off the water,
beholdingmy next adventure,
the rum has gone dry,
and the treasure is dust,
Black Pearl is mine,
oh a pirates life for me