“Aye, watch that ole Pegleg wobble
His way from bow to stern!
We’ll cross this bloody, deep lagoon
And more’n ten years’ wages earn!”
Before they ran the ship aground
In search of wealth and plunder,
A typhoon blew, did not relent;
And rain and darkness kept them under
Cover of their ragtag shelter
Until the storm had passed on by,
Then Pegleg roused the men again,
“Up, ye worm-dogs, use yer eyes!”
He blazed the trail with memory’s map,
Not parchment chart in hand.
From beach to jungle we trudged on
All went according to plan.
At last the Captain swore and stopped
And pointed at a set of caves:
“In here, ye lily-livers, in here!
Onward, ye cowards, be brave!”
He led them through the rightmost hole
With nary a torch or match,
Into darkness so thick it grabbed your neck
And every step it snatched.
How far they trudged none could tell,
But it felt like miles and miles;
Finally, Pegleg’s voice rang out,
And in it you could hear him smile.
“Aye, aye, behold, the treasure here
Is like unto none ye’ve ever seen!
I’ll take my share, double of your’n,
And leave the rest for ye!”
He struck a match to light a torch,
And left the sailors dazed:
He scurried away, chest in hand,
While the dynamite’s fuses blazed.