[Annunfuiniel]

Shiver My Timbers, shiver My Soul/Yo Ho He Ho/There are men whos hearts as black as coal

And they sailed there ship across the ocean blue/A Blood thirsty captain and a cut throat crew./Its a darker tale as was ever told/Of a lust for treasure and a love of gold.../

Shiver My Timbers, Shiver my sides/Yo ho he ho/
There are hungers as strong as the winds and tides/Yo ho he ho/

And those bucaneers drowned there sins in rum,/The devil himself would have to call em scum!/Every man on board would have killed his mate for a bag of ginnys or a piece of eight, a piece of eight, a piece of eight…

Thar be a lot o' sense in those lyrics, aye! Fer th' grim fate o' our good ol' cap'n seems t' be havin' made ye all addled. Me saw be ready fer I deem 't be needed in nay time... Alas, if ye be dancin' with Jack Ketch o' walkin' the plank, me art be o' no use t' ye...

So, upon whom t' place th' Black Spot? Me mateys, I be havin' no clue...