Post by Bianca Longbottom on Aug 5, 2007 17:51:14 GMT -5
Some men have died
And some are alive,
And others sail on the seas.
With the keys to the cage
And the Devil to pay,
We lay to Fiddler’s Green!
Seven keys. Seven pirate ships. Time is not on their side.
The slip of land known as Fiddler’s Green is unknown to many, but it houses a vast collection of ancient pirate treasure. To reach the island, and hence the treasure, seven equally-ancient keys are needed. Once collected, these keys will unlock the door to the temple of Aeolus, the Greek God of wind, who is rumoured to protect the treasure.
Problem One: the keys are considered the thing of legend by most of humankind.
Problem Two: the island Fiddler’s Green lies on is not present on any map.
Problem Three: Aeolus has been trapped in his temple for nigh-on four-hundred years, and he’s not happy at all.
Problem Four: the pirates must steer clearly of the West Indian Trading Company and the Royal Navy, who intend to arrest and execute them.
The slip of land known as Fiddler’s Green is unknown to many, but it houses a vast collection of ancient pirate treasure. To reach the island, and hence the treasure, seven equally-ancient keys are needed. Once collected, these keys will unlock the door to the temple of Aeolus, the Greek God of wind, who is rumoured to protect the treasure.
Problem One: the keys are considered the thing of legend by most of humankind.
Problem Two: the island Fiddler’s Green lies on is not present on any map.
Problem Three: Aeolus has been trapped in his temple for nigh-on four-hundred years, and he’s not happy at all.
Problem Four: the pirates must steer clearly of the West Indian Trading Company and the Royal Navy, who intend to arrest and execute them.
Yo ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never say we die.
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never say we die.
