The trip back to the Privateer and the Revenge was a relatively sombre one. Captain Bildgepoole was perhaps the most sombre of them all but for good reason, he had known the Captain Blackscuttle for the longest. However sombre didn’t cover full range of emotions which the crew, especially Captain Bildgepoole, were feeling.

None of the pirates knew what had happened to Captain Blackscuttle on the Island of Gold, there was of course thoughts, ideas and suspicions, but none knew exactly. The Good Captain had read his message, the pages were then handed to Captain Bildgepoole who read the same pages but different words, a message for his eyes only.

Both captains, who had spent more years at sea than they cared to count, knew that upon the seas there was forces and powers one never questioned. However, upon the lands those forces could be even stronger and only a fool would dare second guess them. They may not have known where Captain Blacksuttle finally ended up or what he was doing but they knew without a doubt from the information the had received he was doing exactly what he wanted and spending the rest of his life doing exactly as he’d dreamed. They only hoped that they too got the same chance when it was their time.

Aboard the Privateer as they sailed north towards the cool winter waters of their home port the crew were jovial, they were happy and those who were not working were happily singing a song. The song was loud enough for the entire ship to hear and before long even those working were either humming along or singing each word along with their mates. The song may not have rhymed, it may not have carried the same beat all the way through, but each and every pirate knew it well for they had been singing it for years.

Th’ ensign flies proudly on aft o’ th’ ship.
Th’ black banner flies atop o’ th’ main mast
We be strong, we are proud
‘n we sin’ this shanty wit’ voices aloud.

For those not working a swig of rum or whatever was holding in the barrels before them was taken along with several deep breathes in preparation for the second verse.

Th’ spoondrift hits th’ bow as we sail
Around th’ reefs o’er sandbars ‘n past rocks
We hear th’ voices o’ freedoms call
Onward ‘n through any seaward gale

We roam th’ ragin’ seas ‘n th’ high waves
Glide across th’ water as if on an eagle’s win’
It makes nah difference were we be goin’
Lions o’ th’ Sea we be pirates ‘n braves

With the fourth verse complete another swig from the barrels was taken. Crew from below deck were emerging to join their crew mates in their anthem of the sea.

Aboard the Revenge, sailing a hundred and fifty yards of the stern of the Privateer exactly the same tune was to be heard, exactly the same words and at exactly the same time. How the two ships were able to keep in such rhythm over such as distance was something no one would know, for no one but the two men in the crow’s nest of each ship, who were conversing between themselves with hand gestures only they knew the meaning of, knew it was happening.

As the fifth verse started several pirates began stomping their feet on the hard wooden deck of the ships.

We fight under th’ ensign o’ our cap’n
We fight t’ save th’ truth
We fight save th’ scornin’ lie
We fight t’ break down oppressions wall
But most o’ all we fight fer our crew
United we fight till we’re through

We be Lions o’ th’ Sea
We sail fer eternity
We fight jus’ so we can be free
We roam th’ seven seas
Brin’ all t’ thar knees
We be th’ Lions o’ th’ Sea

By the end of the chorus there was men singing at the tops of their voices. The miles were drifting below them, they were headed home to their safe haven but it would have made no difference if they were on a collision course with Leviathan herself, they were loud and proud to be pirates under the leadership of Captain Bildgepoole and the Good Captain.

When the next verse began pirates not stomping their feet had found make shift instruments, timbers, wooden pounding sticks, anything that could make a noise, just to join in the beat.

We’ve saved souls from th’ blackest o’ evils
We’ve fought against th’ biggest o’ beasts
We’ve face dangers only th’ cold could destroy
But we’ve ne’er run from a voilent upheaval

Any who has denied us our powers
Were cut down right in thar wake
Fer evil can no longer beat us
In our path all evil shall quake.

Another pause for refreshment was taken for they knew the final verse leading into a repeat of the bridge and chorus was to come. They also knew that the song had to end on the highest of highs. The volume they had been signing up to the point might have been loud. The effort might have been massive, but the finish had to top the entire song or not a single pirate felt they had done themselves or their crew justice.

We be brave wit’ th’ seas treacherous or calm
We’ll ride ‘n th’ waves without any qualm
Freedom be always our destiny we don’t care th’ size o’ th’ wave
Freedom will be our destiny, ‘n th’ sea will be our grave

We fight under th’ ensign o’ our cap’n
We fight t’ save th’ truth
We fight save th’ scornin’ lie
We fight t’ break down oppressions wall
But most o’ all we fight fer our crew
United we fight till we’re through

We be Lions o’ th’ Sea
We sail fer eternity
We fight jus’ so we can be free
We roam th’ seven seas
Brin’ all t’ thar knees
We be th’ Lions o’ th’ Sea

Previous Pirate story here.