Fattened Sow
–
Through the Black Twisted Sea,
you Come Searching for me.
You Would Follow me
to the Mountains of the Moon,
to Ensure my Doom,
you Said to me.
I have Thwarted you
On Both Sea & Land,
me & my Red Hands.
Shame & Scorn
Is What you Have to Look For.
As we Slink In the Night to Burn
& Plunder All you Hold Right.
With Taxes & Levies you Burden us Down.
Thrust, Cut, & Parry, you Fattened Sow.
We of the Free Company will not Bare your Yoke.
Rather,
Look you In the Eye,
Stand & Die,
Not Mice but Men.
The Mountains of the Moon
Could not Come too Soon,
to End your Miserable Life.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.
–
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