Wooden ships are covering the cold sea floor
where wind and tide assail no more
and vast troves of treasure lie in store
for the true believer of old salty sea lore.
The pirate ship "Grim Reaper" had the misfortune then
of attacking a galleon filled with the king's best men;
when the cannon shot and screaming came to an end
flame covered the ship and she began to descend.
Down to the depths where cold waters flow
where only thick algae and tall seaweeds grow
the terror of the high seas was finally brought low
to a murky dark place just shadows and corpses know.
Sent to the bottom by fatal damage done
having lost other battles, now the king finally won;
the sea poured in and cooled the still smoking gun
blanketing the wounded from the scorch of the sun.
Now feeling the same horror they loved to create
the flow of flooding waters the pirates tried to abate
but failed ... and in losing cursed the king with bitter hate
when they realized the sea floor was soon to be their fate.
