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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Action/Adventure · #2243254
The pirate was a hardened soul
The pirate slowly looked around
And squinted his good eye
He gave more than a passing glance
At everyone nearby

The pirate was a hardened soul
Ol’ Squinty was his name
He couldn’t walk without a crutch
For he was mostly lame

He took another swig of ale
And turned back to his mate
He held his stein up in the air
And said, “Let’s celebrate”

His voice was low and hard to hear
It came out in a wheeze
It too was worn and damaged by
His long days on the seas

The two of them drank back some brew
And then they ordered more
They didn’t have much money now
In fact, they still were poor

But they had bought a treasure map
At least they thought they had
And if it turned out to be a fake
Well, things could get real bad

For Squint could be a vicious man
As pirates often can
In fact he would be listed first
Among the worst of man

This treasure map would show the way
(Or that’s what they were told)
To where the riches could be found
A treasure chest of gold

The map was hard to figure out
With only one good eye
And it was dark within the bar
He gave it one more try

He spread it on the table top
And tried to work it out
They said the gold would be nearby
Although he had some doubt

The gold belonged to other men
Fierce pirates just like he
And it was hard for him to think
That they would let it be

His mate was only half his age
Squint needed his strong back
He also needed help to fight
In case of an attack

He finally figured out the map
That gold was buried near
In order to dig up the chest
They had to get some gear

He told his mate to pay the tab
As he got up to leave
He stuffed the map back in his pants
And limped out with a weave

They bought a pick and shovel too
That’s all that they would need
Of all the seven deadly sins
They had the one called Greed

And so they went off on their search
To find that chest of gold
One man too young to have some sense
The other one too old

And did they find that treasure chest?
Well, yes, indeed they did
But there was nothing but some dust
When they pulled up the lid

There is another deadly sin
And Anger is the name
Some call it Wrath or even Rage
But it is all the same

The pirate could not help himself
The Rage filled up his head
They shot each other in despair
Now both of them are dead

There still are tales of buried gold
For some brave souls to find
But if you think you’d like to try
Well, keep this tale in mind

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