Around me sit once more you lot,
and pause your drink and games.
A brand new legend I've to tell,
of the pirate Firestorm James.
Now James' a grand old friend o' mine,
but his luck yet might call mixed.
His last few quests had made him think
the odds against him were fixed.
And so this streak of rotten luck
we undertook to break.
A gilded gift Athena chose,
set forth by crewman Jake.
To lone cove north and east we sailed
to solve the first four maps.
To dig up chests and cargo run,
and shoot some undead chaps.
As smooth as any voyage could
the first ten minutes went.
When from out of nowhere the cursed ship came
and panic through us sent.
They'd sailed too close and now were mad
the fight it had begun.
So from the rowboat I quickly leapt
and to the ship I swum.
We quickly turned the ship about,
broadsides began to fly.
Hardly a chance they stood against four
with fire in their eyes.
Back to the island we returned
our errand we resumed.
A few more skellies needed beatings
and chests to be exhumed.
Crook's hollow next we made our way
the riddle there was hard.
A mostly uneventful time,
no bad luck in those cards.
With 8 maps down and pockets full
we made for Smuggler's Bay.
For three chests of legend buried there,
a truly epic day.
It took some time to find them all,
but find all three we did.
And to our luck some mermaids there
their cursed sculptures hid.
Now all this loot had got James close
to legend of hoarder's gold.
We only needed a few more chests,
from someone else's hold.
Now all this time we'd kept our eye
upon a reapers mark.
A sloop out doing the reaper's run,
we'd sink them for a lark.
And surely many chests they'd have
for no Outpost had they touched.
And in that space we'd been three times,
I'm cautious far too much.
To wanderer's refuge we set our sails
the wind came to our aid.
They'd seen us coming leagues away,
a chase would now be made.
They hauled away to Golden sands,
we trailed too far behind.
We'd had to make an anchor turn,
galleons are slow, you mind.
With wind we once again caught up
and chased them round the isle.
North to sanctuary again they fled
firing shots all the while.
At sanctuary we caught up,
and soon once more they fled.
But in the fight quartermaster Seth
noticed we'd been misled.
For on the shore as we engaged,
a pirate scurried round.
A Rowboat filled to brim with chests
to the hoarder's tent was bound.
Without a word he swam ashore
and met him on the beach.
Dispatched that poor soul handily,
with sword and eye of reach.
Before we even knew he'd gone
he cried "I've got their stuff!"
A dozen captains chests or more,
now that should be enough!
Now James went ashore to help turn in
and two stayed aboard to fight.
For mighty soon that sloop turned round,
to reclaim their loot by right.
They sailed straight back, we set up shots
and filled their ship with lead.
Their plan to powder keg us failed
and quickly they were dead.
Now in this mess the chests we cashed
and James his level hit!
Now to the mysterious stranger we ran,
finally this was it!
The song he learned to let him in
to Athena's Fortune rare.
A long and winding road it was,
but finally he was there.
To celebrate we drank and drank,
and then we drank some more.
To celebrate our truest friend,
James the Firestorm.
