Old Captain

Hidden on an island, in a tropical land

Stood a mystic wooden tavern, on the shiny golden sand

Home to seawolves, and to drifters, and to many kinds of men

All of them finding a haven, to hide every now and then

On those ghostly days when water, and thunder would dance

Sitting on the porch was gazing, a quiet and old man

He had hands of a great sailor, and his smile shined like the sun

His eyes were a dark blue door to, legends of every Sea Clan

He'd still remember days when, Pirates all fought as on

He had seen lush toxic jungles, deserts with burning cold sand