Pieces Of Eight
Just a fun pirate rhyme
Gold and silver be our plunder, Fit for kings, by shore and thunder. Weigh the anchor, we sail, mates, In search of treasure and pieces of eight. From Demon’s Gate, and beyond its bay, Two pillars like horns, that points the way. Head south by west as the seagull flies, With full sails north, where the white whale dies. Stove your tongue for the Kraken here dwells,'Tis a beastly horror under the Siren’s spells. Ahead be d...
