A volley from the above the tree line,
absorbed by Cap’n’s skelly friends,
We dashed to cover of canopy,
Through humid fronds we climbed,
’til confronted by a makeshift bridge,
Where Cap’n ‘came entranced,
A group of scaled and carapace’d fiends ,
sought to block the way.
Muskets fired and rituals cast,
As gator men and Scorptaurs fell,
in shrapnel blast and Bart’s clawed thrusts,
A single reptile took flight,
At temple’s edge we took stock,
of swivel guns and cannon assembly,
Crewman recognized through arcane changes,
Hark, swift Caribbean night descends,
to cover our advance.
Shadows overtaking ziggurats defense,
Lookout dispatched,
near unlit fire in gang bang style,
Our foe dispatched, propped up,
A parody of life,
as crew moved forth to the next watch,
Lucien fell’d by spear and axe,
From shadows Adam stumbles,
and our best thought plans now unlaid.
“Captain?” spoken amidst sudden fire,
Cap’n hit and scorpions descending,
While Bart and I took flight to unmanned gun,
Crews defence held the line as scorpions blocked our path,
Swivel gun fires and Bart undone,
Their dogs defeated, their last watchmen took flight,
My blood now frenzied amidst ichor’d ground.
Pirate Björk 