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- Posted: Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:02:46 +0000
You begin to grow cold, and feel some odd lingering presence around you. As if you were being watched. You turn to try to find whoever was there, but were only greeted by a sudden dense fog, and the sound of what seemed to be seagulls. &You're a pirate, are you not?& You hear someone ask, "I'm sorry to say, madam. But it is your time. Respectively you should die at sea, if i'm not mistaken?" Before you can respond you feel water at your feet, rising quickly to your waist, then to your chest. You keep afloat in the sudden deepening waters, but suddenly feel hands around your ankles which pulled you downwards. "Welcome to Davy Jones' locker, my dear".
I don't fear 'cause I knew that someday was comin'.
I let meself sink in th' deep blue , as I smile at me demise,
wit' jus' hopes o' see ole mateys restin' in th' bottom o' th' sea.