Sunked in the Night

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[28/04/2016]

See the black flag on sight,
"Prepare the cannons, prepare tô fight!"
Death ir glory, "will you die?
Free will be, to see the light?"
[...]

Pay ir flee, fight or surrender,
"Will you die by the hand of the commander?"
"There's no return,
your ship will burn!"
[...]

"Ready for boarding!"
The cannons are reloading.
"Fire!" The corpses até burning!
[...]

"Who were that rotten bastarde?"
"Oh, just pior soldiers of the Royal Navy."
"Well, let us fininsh this madness;
burn'em all, look at this lovely sadness!"

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