Caverns fled to breadth of sea, where eerie fog o’ertook our vision, Tracing source to edge of town, damned cries rising through thickening mire. Robe’d figures chanting ‘neath the mist, lead by Mother ‘low church’s spire, Mother’s pleas droned on, as from cover we sprung forth into the din.
Bloody spray and bodies fallen, as Bart crept unseen t’ward Mother’s back, From her mouth a worm sprung forth, vile and dripping with wretched glop. Axe bloodied as my frenzy came, Bart fired on worm and Mother to knees drop’d, From afar Spanish voices cut through the haze, as crew continued our attack.
Filth of worm writhed into Bart’s open maw, while Cap’n’s oppressor on themselves betrayed, Our defense unmatched we pressed on, as Mother’s words brought forth a slithering wave. Heads rolling, worm defeated, Adam drove cultists to flee, their Mother cleaved in twain, A dagger taken as reward, our crew took flight to shores delayed.
Jacques Courtemer, the fisherman and family, strode forth requesting sanctuary, Request sanctioned, to Storm’s Eye we rowed weighed down in dinghy low.
Bart’s soul haunted from worm’s deep throat, averse to rum but presence’s GOAT, Lucinda and townspeople absent, on fishing fleet fled from sight of aerie. To Scott’s Head we sailed, to provision and carouse.
Adam, a priest unremembered, awoken in the jungles northwest, a year since passed, 28 silver lost. Middleton dined with a pig, woke up tied to a spit, missing a limb, 28 silver lost. Mariana stole from a pig, woke up in bunk, ravenous, 28 silver lost.
Rumours of Spanish conquest upon French shores did meet our ears, Our own conquests now embellished and told back to us in taverns dark. And whispers of Bart’s celestial benevolence, in reverence held.
Pirate Björk 