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.