A basic idea, no need to fear; New game to play, of simple design; A game I would play, where all things must rhyme. -- Be it a story, statement or phrase; The show must go on, I am not phased. -- Live character anew, in a world lost in time; Play my new game, where all things must rhyme. A gist of the history, a world of new mystery; Aboard ship bound for port, a galley of sorts; Darkness approaches, red sky and cloud... encroaches... Ship's crew in distress, the deck is a mess; Dark figures appear, engulfs you in fear. Fire and blade, and something else too... Escape just in time, with a few of the crew... -- You awake with a few of the crew, on a shore it would seem... Lying next to debris, old boxes, and a big wooden beam.
With pain, I open my eyes; I retch, Look up to the Skies. Yesterday, was a day of struggle; Today, the crew lies under rubble. I, am a sailor of sorts; Young and efficient with swords. Now i'll search for food in the crates. In spite of my fellow sailor's awake.
With a blistering headache I awake; What has happend in God's sake? I struggled to get up to look around; Alas, it's not looking good that I have found. Shadows of doubt across my mind; How many survivors are left behind?
As I roam about broken crates; I get a sight i can't regret. For just under a wooden mast; A live person. Avast! I ran to him in fast progression; He looks at me, with grand confusion. I lower myself, approach to his ear; I whisper inside "Yar' OK messier?"
Lo and behold, I am not alone; For there was a sailor of flesh and bone. "I am fine and happy to see a living soul; "Pray tell me, what has happend to use all?"
Neither me nor my fellow have the slightest clue; About where we are, or of what to do. Suddenly a sound would invade our ears; That of a horrid shriek most fierce. We look up and spot an ape in distress; Escaping a threat without much success. The threat emerge, the ape's flight is in vain; For he is hunted by none other than Franklin Payne.
Oh, But what a fight puts that ape; How he exchanges blows with haste. But his life is soon to run amok; Cheater Franklin's drawing a Flintlock! Now I ask and bid you both response; Shall we aid any of them at once? Let the ape die with greater pain; Or defend him killing Mr. Payne?