Storm clouds... They gather awaiting the night while the gale force is shrieking with inhuman might. The corsairs are restless, drinking to death, preparing to plunder the scum form the land. Salt spray burns my eyes! The heaving ship is straining. Follow in their wake! Silently we're gaining. Raise our flag of war! The crew is getting ready. As we board their ship! Our treasure there is waiting. Battle cries ring through the night. Blood stains the deck, an inhuman sight. The captain in my hands- his treasure has become mine! As we leave their ship, we'll sink them to the sand. They will never see the sun... They're bound to the shores of Acheron.
