Let me tell you a tale of the crying chest, All listen well.
We dig up a chest, It's a blue chest and he's crying because he finally got dug up and he's happy that he sees the sun and the sky and new "Friends"
We bring him towards the rowboat onto the ship, He keep's crying because he's so happy.
He cries and cries and doesn't stop
He sees us going in an outpost
He sees us taking the chests then cashing them in
We take him, He's happy and crying, He's wondering what's he's going to do with his new "Friends"
Then they take him over to the tent, He screams inside saying no, no, please.
We sell him, The gold hoarder takes the chest and he cries, The gold hoarder puts him inside his tent that is dark.
He's inside a dark place yet, Again.
You can meet friends, But they just use you and you're just a temporarily "friend" to them.
Stay safe in the seas, Hold into the ones you hold dear, Mateys.
