Queen Anne's RevengeForeboding like the shadows,More Like This
The planks are swirled by foam.
Our ship sails waving meadows,
The crimson tides we roam.
Once captured from the redcoats,
Our vessel's cannons sing,
While merchant-crew's in lifeboats
Flee back towards their king.
Ben Hornigold's observing,
While we depart from shore.
No master we are serving,
As cutthroats to the core.
America we're cruising,
The governors must rage.
A pirate's life we're choosing,
In this, the golden age.
The captain robs and slaughters,
His beard so black as coal.
On Carolina's waters
Your cargo is our goal.
Three hundred tons of terror
Appear with flag up high.
Too late you see your error,
When forty cannons cry.
Relentless guns are drumming,
Our bloodthirst they will quench.
You know, that when we're coming,
You'll taste queen Anne's revenge!
Welcome HomeConstantinople, Turkey; March 1511More Like This
Fiora closed up the last of her luggage. She didn't pack much, as she left Rome in a hurry, so packing didn't take long. All she had was a small chest and a couple bags. After one last check around her cabin, she decided she grabbed everything and walked over to one of the beds. She gently shook the little girl that was sleeping soundly beneath the covers. "Fabiola," she said. The girl moaned, but she didn't wake up. Fiora tried again. "Fabiola," she said, a little louder this time. Again, she didn't wake up.
She sighed. It was probably around two o'clock in the morning, and the poor six-year old was knocked out. Nonetheless, they needed to get going. Fiora shook her again. "Fabiola," she said. "Come on, tesoro. We have to go." Suddenly, Fabiola began to stir. She slowly sat up and yawned. "What is it, Mama?" she asked, her eyes s