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In the Bay of Slaves the ships home port The pirates lived in a wooden fort Stealing and fighting was their sport A modest abode for their knavish sort Many children joined for class inside Rules were kept for those to abide Alexzanders eyes swept side to side Behind the captain he tried to hide “From now on you’re my son and this your home. Other children are here, no more alone. Your teacher is a professor from Rome. So enjoy this land and make it your own.”