Scours the map
prepared to search
heart set on a treasure
in a dead man's chest.
Not storm nor curse will slow the search
nothing can dampen the feeling.
Land! But no, not here
the hunt goes on.
The crew's spirits wane
they lack her tireless desire
for that dead man's chest.
Land! X marks the spot.
She lays her head to rest
on the dead man's
chest.
I'm picturing a girl dragging her girlfriends along on a desperate, stalker-ish bar crawl that started as a light-hearted girl's night out. Also, pirates.
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