We set forth 'pon morning waves, in Scaggs' wake, T'ward Hallowed Ground and scorpion gold. By morning light of second dawn, the Rapture 'ppeared at horizon's end, The wind held close and press'd "Storm's Eye" 'way from canon's gaze. Sight of Rapture faded not forgotten, Arugula grew within our sights. Scorpion's Delight, Our frigate conspicuously … Continue reading Session 27: Heated Harbour Horrors
Pirate Björk 