Captain Rive and The Racketeer sailed at dawn, to Blackstrap’s we did set out. My purse lifted by sure footed waif, forth to shop we gave no chase.
To the cutlass of Captain Blake we were charged, a thousand silver was agreed, laid in a founder’s crypt on high, crude map sketched to mark the place.
A rat man found upon our climb, his stiffs set free to spoil our morn’, the clack of teeth our flesh soon rended, with Cap’n’s cry a rat dog ended, one more blasted near in two, by Bart’s hand the third was slain. Rat beasts gone we sought the shore, upon our vessel flesh restored.
As we sat the Duke approached, and ‘neath black sails The Grimtide put off.
The town’s mood come morning much improved, found Cap’n Mae and I swear it moved.
A shopkeep withered on the ground, thick silver key within her grasp, Cap’n Mae gave little quarter, her crewman thus killed by her own order.
Sweetie with half crew departed, Bart found key of gold beneath the floor, supplies taken and bodies hid, with bellies full from what Bart and I did.
To Soggy Boot we wet our whistles, then up the hill to Jackie’s place, where Sweetie Mae and Jackie swayed, to the Isle of Lesbos they’d surely strayed. Upon the cliffs Belladonna’s and the King’s Theatre did await…
St. Delphin’s standing at the crest, carved in stone wall where the father swept, blood smeared mermaid statue standing near, a false donation rang out queer.
The man of cloth, brain clearly muddled, leapt towards Bart, a maul unveiled. His skin pulsing soon revealed, a nest of writhing wretched eels. Body left and eels set free, we fought them back to altar’s base, 4 jewels removed from altar shattered, corpse found nearby exsanguinated.
A toothed chalice brought to bear as floor low’d down by magic’s glare, into crypt our crew descended.
Greeted by “a” ratboy at his refuse home, he warned us of the rats ahead, “avoid my brothers or you’ll soon “be” dead”.
Queen Mirmordel interred with eyes that no longer see (c), her coral crown removed swiftly, a tunnel south which Bart soon cleared, easily as one, two three.
A sea of rats, through which Bart waded, Cap’n read her pages and death cascaded, a carpet of rats, o’er we tread, into chamber “d” for dread.
Pirate Björk 