At Soggy Boot a toast was given, to the Spaniard’s soul released.
Deathly traps laid bare we then returned, to tunnels, vaults, and Lady dispatched.
Enveloped by the sewer’s stench, o’er bridge where Cap’n leapt.
Near drowned in refuse ‘fore my reach, when sludge came forth across the breach.
Adam burnt but soon recovered, machete and spear sliced through jelly.
Some treasure and pristine skull recovered, our crew moved forth coated in filth.
Ye Gods, a sea of zombies waited, shambling with their dreadful moans.
Though Cap’n’s words had thinned them out, we chose the better part of valour.
Back to the Soggy Boot we ventured, by grog and rum our nerves were calmed.
We tailed Captain Rive to harbour, witnessed as he made to sail.
Aimless we did wander, to tailor’s shop for purchased therapy.
Red sludge tested there by Tibus, a taint of necromancy discerned.
A tempt from Tibus to cure our cravings, for silver or Riddle and Duke’s lives.
The Duke a sonofabitch that thrives of pain, Riddle a poet and courtly swain.
An offer made and left to ponder, we left for doors of Ruddy Wren.
Greeted by the surly Canker, Room F bribed open, but not for that!
Into G we moved as shadows, with knives, cleaver and machete drawn.
Flurry of blades and fonts of blood, Captain Riddle not to see the dawn.
His blankets wrapped like sail around him, butchered there in quickened time.
The Luciferno left uncaptained, Tibus’ deal in blood now signed.
Cap’n woke in Riddle’s quarters, her wanted poster on the walls.
Adam drunk with swine entwined, the fight lost though liver brined.
Silver lost and with Devil danced, awoken haggard in my bunk.
Bottlesmith with soldiers fed, woken to silver (1,000) and throbbing head.
Bart in church with Cap’n necking, silver lost and town aflame.
Pirate Björk 