Black Corsair
Take that ship of yours.
We will swing together at sea and fight in the waves for a better place in the aisle.
I want to fill your hold with my rum and revel in the drunkenness and the sounds of the Sirens you spew at me from the voice box.
Come sail through the sky with me and land just for mana.
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