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Ocracoke has secrets. For those who have time, she may unveil herself slowly while her tide plays with the moon and her sun rises with an avian chorus.
With a life on the sea Pirates hardly ever see The beautiful pie The Pizza pie! Anchovies, pineapples, mushrooms galore
Fliying duchmen By A.R.T The storm have risen again And so does the flying dutchman sail From the under the waves it comes
She dreams of the ocean late at night and longs for the wild salty air. We all know the beauty of waves at twilight; But she wants sails bathed in starlight, Winds raking their fingers through her hair,
Gen’rally, as pirates go There’s something that you ought to know If you’re looking for some friendly sands, Don’t winter down at Ireland There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock
Aught afore the mountains And afore ye seven seas T’were created something else As a few now still believe And a beauty that they were And so shall e’er be The fish-folk of the depths
I fill ye treasure cove wit’ rubies ’n dimes They be not essences from th' heavens, Bein’ scratched from stolen times Go 'head, pry like a slimy oyster,
I sat up in bed and stared at the wall.Not a single sound mumbled from the hall.My mind was raging with inspirationWhile my lack of sleep brought on great agitation.
My name is Wesley Zedock.
So, I’ve got a boyfriend and you’ve got a girlfriend.He loves me like I love you like you say you love her. He’s a very good man and everything anyone could wish for. But the star I’m wishing on is different than everyone else’s.
Slaying privateers with my blunderbuss, The queen's lap dogs surrendering without a fuss,-- Remember this for the test: PV=nRT-- I took their ship, not caring if I was brusk. I can't seem to shake her.
Held his head high I pushed him along the plank, wooden sword pressed against his back. Turned to look back at me I nudged him forward. Pushed him very gently with the blunt tip of the sword