passed out on a massive brig, woke up to a whispering kid he's got a map and he knows where he ain't with a rusty old compass kinda charming and quaint and so we threw a mutiny steered it straight towards the sun, and we stole the cursed treasure- it was risky but fun.
it's a decade later and for years we've been lost cursed treasure at a terrible cost and the whole ship sank, water murky and cold and my friend swam home but I was tired and old and so I let go, water filling my lungs until I heard a funny voice like someone speaking in tongues and then I woke up water logged to the bone a skeleton with no place to call home except the ocean floor not such a bad place to live and now I spend my days all searching for the skeleton kid
all that glitters is gold and dead men do tell tales, but they're all tired and old.