I – The Call of The Oceans

(Narrative I)

At the height of the european comercial expansion
The seas claimed by men,
They were accessible sources of wealth,
For those who aspired to amass great fortunes.
For lack of opportunities in the English Kingdom, many people left the country,
Large number of ambitious, some forced and others seeling a better life, They joined the piracy, the great villain of maritime trade.

Listening to the mast snapping,
And the roar of the captain, resting before fighting.
The battle has to be painful, for all who did not dare to get drunk
English helping,
Spaniards waiting,
The night comes to laugh of him who sleeps, drunk in to his bed.

(Chorus 2x)

Moonlight iluminates the edge of a sword,
Footsteps are heard amid the deck.

II – The Motin and The Travel

(Narrative II)

An interest in the huge fortune that could raise the East Indies,
A man persuaded his colleagues to carry out a motin.
The captain was about to laydown and the crew would attack.
The sound of the signal, others climbed on board and joined the group. Rigging creaking and the bell ringing,
The captain was surprised by the confusion at the height of the morning.

(Dialogue between Avery and the Captain)

-What is going on?
-Anything.
-There seems to be a storm, and the ship had been dragged from the dock.
-We were on the high seas and the weather was pretty good.
-How is this possible?
-Don’t be so scared, now I’m the captain of this ship. I will raise money in Madagascar. I have my courage mates with me, you can join us or get out of here.

Such a decision,
Takes the man to withdraw to the sea
Part paddling in a small dinghy,
That gradually there was away,
The strong wind blows the candles,
In favor of the desire of sailors,
Madagascar was the fate of the mutineers,
The needle of the compass, pointing the direction,
And the captain shouted with his hands at the helm.

III – Wealth and Poverty

(Narrative III)

After a few days at sea, he landed with his crew in Madagascar,
Where they formed a powerful alliance with other pirates who found,
Men well armed, owners of two other small sloops,
Noting that were in greater number and were stronger,
Out on a promising journey in the back of Arabia,
There gathered huge amounts of money and precious artifacts,
After plundering a rich ship of powerful nobles of the region,
But Avery had already made plans to their advantage,
To get all the power over this fortune.

A stolen treasure,
Shines like the sun That marks the dawns,
Obscuring the vision of our captain
That languishes amid ambition,
With his gaze cold and hungry,
Devours the beauty of these coins,
Lying on each other,
In the darkness of countless chests

Trust is a wound with a knife,
The alliance fades suddenly,
As the gentle sleep aid dawns,
Kisses the princess of the night,
The tired faces of those who sleep,
While Avery broke with all the gold,
Making fools of abandoned,
Great dreamers frustrated.

Hidden in England,
He became a miserable,
Owner of a money that could not spent
He trusted, and was blackmailed
The force is the fear of the mutineers
Decided the courts and the executioner,
When the last breath of life would be given
Avery lived starving and upset Ending his days,
Without spending a penny.

(Chorus 2x)

Moonlight illuminates the edge of a sword,
Footsteps are heard amid the deck.