Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Mr. Gibbs waxes poetic on the subject of the Black Pearl and Captain Jack Sparrow.
A grand old lady of the sea, that's what she is
With black-bellied sails coursing before the wind
Spray misting off her bow,
And naught but the horizon spread before her
Not for her the measured tread of military boots
Or the drudgery of a merchant's runs to and fro
Not her or her captain
They sail free before the wind, like fey spirits of old
Not even the sea or Davy Jones himself can tame her
Kraken might catch, but can't kill captain or ship
Not Captain Jack Sparrow
He'd laugh in the face of the devil himself
Crazy as any fox, and a crafty bugger he is
And his madness is catching, I know that
Else I'd not be here
Searching, even if I have to sail to hell and back
We'll get them back, that brave lady and her captain
And we'll fight Davy Jones for them tooth and nail
Aye, and I've another score as well
That I'll settle with a knife through the devil's heart
All to see one ship sailing for the wide horizon
With her captain at her wheel, and sails full of the wind
No one to drag her down
Aye, and perhaps myself on her decks once more