As we begin now
This compendium of tales
To ponder on plunder
Of riches and ales
Think deep on the riddles
Set forth on these pages
Within lies the path
To the treasure of ages
This cannot be true you drunken fool
The first mate chuckled
Falling from his stool
The helmsman sat silent
A drum in his grip
Wondering how
We would finance this trip
I know of a man the wisest is he
He'll craft us a vessel
For a gallon or fifty
This plan is too vast
We'll reconvene later
Said the quartermaster adrift in his paper
This speaks of a dragon
On an isle long forgotten
Never mind that worm
I'll chop off his bottom
Be not so hasty gunner my dear
The plan will go justly
All lend me your ears
We'll pillage the town
Taking all of their stores
To pay for the ship
The sails and the oars
Then off on adventure
We plot course with gladness
With drinking games
To stem the madness
Debating for hours
Which drink is the best
We'll hit the deck
Then push forth on our quest
To plunder the isle where the dragon now reigns
Then back to the tavern to spend all our gains