We hear echoes in the dark like night
But it is daylight outside right now
We are in a mouldy damp place
Shadowed with stones around
Every footstep is like a heartbeat
Every movement a rustle like many leaves
Everything is black and wet
This is a home for us thieves
We are scurvy vagabonds
Fresh from the sea
This is our hiding place
It’s not nice, but it keeps us free
We do not wander in the daylight hours
We sit and wait till dark
Then once everyone is tucked in bed
A commandeered new ship we’ll embark
We keep this way forever
We are the pirate ghosts
Though some say we look fresh and alive
If I said I had flesh I’d boast
We’re not like what we used to be
What we are I really don’t know
But we don’t have mortal concerns and we have far to go
So maybe we will see you on the shores of some sea town
But it is likely if we see you, you will surely drown
What we are, I cannot tell
But we won’t be looked on at all
If you see us, by perchance
We will take you to Poseidon’s ball
Some may even call it Hell
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