A Tresured Curse

[Capt. Flint]

With pick and shovel we started to dig

for treasure buried neath the sand was hid

When just a mere three feet down we hit

a row of logs well set in

carved in the wood were words of fear

warnings and curses to not go near

With backs set to it we dug them out

and started to dig with a hunters shout

for hunters we were, daring and bold

searching for buried jewels and gold

Suddenly as six feet told

we came upon some bones of old

covered in mud, mire and disease

but something else did our eyes see

Around ones neck a sign was hung

with words forwarning that death would come

To any and all who dug, it said

That a curse upon his grave is laid

We all took pause and passed the rum

to chase our fears and prime our blood

" A curse " said me mate then he laughed and cussed

and spit upon the bones that we dug

As we removed the remains of old

We felt the wind upon our necks blow cold

But our fears were forgotten just as fast

for under the grave was a giant chest

We hauled it out and broke the lock

for what was inside gave us a shock

Jewels and gold..emeralds and pearls

Riches enough to buy the world

So back to our ship we did start

Laughing and drnking and we pulled our cart

When suddenly old Tom took a slip

He started to tumble spin and twist

Down the hill he rolled non-stop

and came to rest as his head met a rock

Tom was dead and so much for it

that simply meant a greater share of the profits

We loaded the chest and started to sea

When suddenly, out of nowhere it seems,

A might wave did crash upon us

swamping our boat and spilling in on us

As it passed I looked to see

no-one left in the boat but me

and as I came upon the ship

I spied me mates that were left upon it

Staring down at the chest and me

with steel and guns and smiles teethed

We'll take that chest good sir they said

and hoisted it up and cast me adrift

They left me for dead, but, thier fate I know

As they made sail, a storm began to blow

A mighty gale that turned hurricane

Caused the ship to hit a reef and sink

And my curse it seems was even worse

for left upon this isle was I

With no survival.. barren and dry

So as I close this missive to ye

and crawl into the hole I see

As I lay my bones to rest

my grave does rest upon a chest

How it got there I have no idea

But to those who find it I say beware

For if ye dig it up be warned

A fate much worse then this is yours...........

[Mad Woman Cheryl]

It brings a tear to me eye it does....*holds up tankard*

'ere's to ya Capt. Flint, 'tis a keeper.

[Merrydeath]

Very good Capt Flint, brought a tankard to me lips it did. You did the cursed treasure just right!