Lletres:
Swashbuckle Back To The Noose

, now die in yar boots! Kill the brethren of the coast and to our corpses they shall roast . Back to the noose! Nowhere to turn but back to the noose!

The foul stench of death looms in the air as we encroach on the uncharted seas. Braving the maelstrom, Poseidon displeased. Waves of rain wash o're the

mast. Now avast. Our hull's full with valuables. We'll sail away to loot more pay. Take the woman. Leave them frantic. We are Swashbuckle. We sunk the

of unspeakable size. The feeling that grows with each the passing tides. To pilfer and plunder the guilt aside. Back for the attack. To bring scurvy back

The taste of victory takes on it's hold. Round 'n round the world of splendid gold. A euphoric state, suspended bliss. Blackened out of one's consciousness

B5 hit or miss?! Fire the cannon, let 'em rip! Some extra powder to do the trick! Exploding hull must make you sick! Battleship, Battleship We sunk your