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Travel the land with the constellations~

Finding the lost relics of civilizations past~

Saving the memories for future generations~

In the cavern of the mind growing ever so vast~
 
Here's how the story goes we find out.

About a treasure in the Grand Line there's no doubt.

The pirates whose eyes on it he'll sing.

"I'm the King of the Pirates, I'm goin' to be King!"
 
Lets the sirens song resound~

And echo over the great seas~

Of the new king that was crowned~

Earlier that day~

To the other pirates silent dismay~
 
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Avast ye mateys... Why speak like so?

Pirate talk... Parrot squawks... No need for show.

So cast off greatly towards the ocean blue...

Forward the ship to grip the motions we knew...

Sway... Sway... Sway...

Today... we sail...

She sails and sways... without fail...
 
The ocean is blue and sparkling.

Sailing the seas while wood carving.

Cannons can be heard in the distance.

I think I need to be of assistance.
 
What shall we do on this fine day~

Find some treasure you say?

Very well onwards we sail~

Off to the very end of the world~

With our bottles of rum and barrels of ale~
 
We are finding the treasure of a dead man.

Laying on the deck, skin getting tan.

Is that land you see?

It can't be an illusion, it mustn't be.
 
See our knees buckle from the raptures of joy upon the vast open seas...

Buckling and chuckling from fractures of prosperous joy as we cast upon the vast open seas...

Lopsided grins on our chinny chin chins... Oh three cheers~

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Be merry and gay on this fine day as we cast our sails...

Upon the vast open seas~
 
Off to the isle of illusions we go~

Only reachable when the winds blow~

In the deep caves where creatures creep~

You never know what might be asleep~

But on we go for the glory and treasure~
 
There's another boat that I see with my naked eye.

The silence is too much to bear, above me the seagulls fly.

Getting ready to strike, that's what we are doing.

This battle will surely take the last bit of life of me.

I jump out of the boat, the sinking ship is the last thing I see.
 
Time and again we fail...

Why must we thrust our souls to search for treasures that lack moral pleasure?

Lick our boots... Steal their loot...

Riled up to refrain from fail...

Why trust the sour musk that looms at dusk... signalling doom?

Candlesticks... their fire...

That desire... no longer burns our yearns...

Perspire and vanish...

Our hour of anguish.
 
Down down the little ship goes~

Into the depth of the vast blue sea~

With the fishies and creatures of deep~

Down around davy jones locker~

Entering a state of eternal sleep~
 
Your adventure has ventured far enough.

More sturdy words should be heard...

Store the hoards of goods we once could not afford...

What else awaits us?

What else relates us... besides these stolen goods...

My purity is lost...

Lost from treachery... Lost in my frailty...
 
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