crimson niche
The scum from the slums they cast out to sea
Was lost trying to find his way
Trying to find himself
But a compass wasn't enough you see
The waters whipped his ship back and forth
Crashing waves flooded his deck
His grand buccaneer crew full of bandits
Told him to follow the star north
He soon realized he knew where he was all along
At the X that marks the spot
Unbothered by the lack of material such as treasure
On their way they went singing their shanties and songs
The best part of this long exile
Is his boost in confidence
Not even the leviathan could deny
A lesson he won't forget for a while
With his command, sword in hand and hook raised high
The plunderers will never forget their goal
Comradery, a weapon better than the cannons on their ship
Grateful for the fresh ocean air, they've never felt so alive
Looking at his very own ragtag crew
Tearing up when he hears his name “CAPTAIN SINBAD!”
Nothing could be better than his life on the water
He’ll be ready when the day is new
clever hatch
