Rum smallPirates put their trust in the Three who are One. The Deep, shrouded in mystery, always around us, unpredictable and powerful. The Captain, a pirate with salt water in his veins, who fought The Armada, refused to stay dead and will one day return. The Ghostly Parrot, who hovers nigh, leading us where she wills, and pecking out the eyes of our enemies.

Ain’t it great to be a pirate? Hear the churnin’, swellin’ sound
Lyin’ in me hammock knowin’
that The Deep is all around!
When me sailin’ time is over and I’ve sung me final song
Then I know The Deep will claim me, gatherin’ all the Pirate throng.