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A long time ago, I lived in a land

Filled up with treasure and yarr

Pirates would quest all over the seas

Sailing their pirate ships far

Now those same seas, are barren and blare

Nobody wants to set sail

The dream we once had, of questing for steel

A piraty heritage fail

Under the ocean, deep in the sand

Lost til the end of time, there is a memory

Waiting to find, histories of our kind

Gone are the days, when we sailed foreign lands

Chilling hard over the waves, Netflix and yarr

I went to a tavern to find me a crew

But nary a pirate was there

Ni pirating songs, no wenches ahoy

I left with a heart of despair

Now I'm sailing alone, questing for rum

But nothing is ever the same

Digging for treasure is no longer fun

With no crewmates to share in the fame

Where is the eyepatch ? Where is the book ?

Where is the pint of rum ? Where are the pirates

Questing for steel, firing their heritage guns ?

Now we are questing, for the last time

End of the pirate age, pack up the sails

It's time to go home, only ourselves to blame