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CANTO VII – A NEW ERA OF ROT-COVERED GOLD
After that long and dreadful election day had came and went
The townsfolk still shocked at the Mayor's death and feeling quite spent
They found themselves forced to live in a new era of blood
Cape Korre's mighty and sacred old name drug through the fresh pasty mud
Splattered and shattered was their reputation for trade high end
A reputation that would take eras to work on and amend
Their neighbors and ports on other sides of the sea
Soon found out that Korre was under now rule of Captain Cecily
No more trade to their port would they send or ship
No more sailors sent to our port on any lengthy supply trip
It was not the fault of the town or the folk that they did know
But they knew not to trifle in the affairs of a queen who their guts she would strow
They felt bad for not being able to send them any men
And knew all too better than to send the hungry queen any of their women
Fate had forced their hands to fold and up from the table they rose
And upon Cape Korre their kinship came to a close
The cape became an isolated and icy blue hell
Trapped in their own violent piracy shell
Leaving was something only a brave few did choose
For many upon the angry old waves their lives they did lose
It was not easy to escape the grasp
It was not easy to escape her wrath
Upon the whole isles Captain Cecily outstretched her grimy hands
And took over all of our shining and sandy sweet lands
The Mayor was no longer the title she would wear
Upon her own head the title of Ruler of Korre now she would bear
For a Mayor is not someone ye could find yerself afraid
But a ruler is someone of yer triflings mocking and yer peasantry preyed
A ruler is someone ruthless and battered
One might call them an unrepentant bloody bastard
Maybe tyrant would do instead she thought to herself a bit
While upon her new throne in the mansion she stretched out and sit
Or maybe king or conqueror
One is as good as any other
Just something that implied to all of her skill and her might
Something to give even the strongest of mortals an assured fright
Either way she figured the first thing she would do as ruler of town
Is force the blacksmiths to make her a bright golden crown
Adorned with gems both red and of blue
To match her coat and her skin's icy hues
And laced up with black onyx as big as her eyes
Of the cold blackened depths they exist to imply
To where she would send ye if ye her rule did disagree
There was to be no second chances from cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
And after the crown was made and put on her dead
She had the blacksmith thrown out and hung up for dead
He was no longer of use to her and trusted him not did she
Ignoring his crying and bribing and for his life he did plea
For a man like that was probably already preparing to forge
Of guns and of pikes against herself to disgorge
To chase her off with and attempt a hasty coup
And that was just not something she would allow him to do
She then demanded that the tailors make her a cape
Upon her shoulders and cape she would don and would drape
To keep her warm and to give her something to swoosh around
To intimidate the people as she walked about town
She would not stop until her outfit was full and gaudy at best
But that was not a thing that even in private ye would jest
To her it looked quite kingly and evil
To force these workers to take up hammer and needle
And make her an outfit worthy of their ruler new
But to everyone else, it looked horrid and tacky entirely through
If she overheard even the slightest little jape
Made about her new and shining crown and her cape
Overboard did ye go back down to the sea
And so began the reign of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
Once in the mansion she began to tear it all down
And force the people in from all over town
To rebuilt it in her vision, darker and nastier than before
Up and down every square wall and across all of the floors
Tearing it up and putting only the worst in its place
Statues of demons now taking over where there was once a nice vase
Walls amber and brown now became blackened and red
Decorated with images of people all chewed up and now dead
Armor and weapons lined the halls all throughout the mansion now too
Armed with tridents and scales of bright golds and deep blues
Upon the beds she found them too soft and too dry for her taste
So up and back down she would jump on them until they became waste
Splintered and shattered under her feet clawed and webbed they died
And in new slimy tanks and pools she would sleep and would lie
The smell of the flowers and incense that once seeped through the ways
Was replaced with a stench of blood and salt and algae from the bays
It reeked like a heaven for fish men and demons sickening
ye could smell it in town, yer stomach on itself now quickly turning
Even in summer when fish on the beach side came up to die in the sun
Stank not as awful as the smell that the mansion now spun
ye would think nothing would beat a reek of fresh chum
But I have news from ye, one smell of this and ye were really quite done
Even fisherman old with beards longer than eels
Would double on over and upon the streets they would reel
Their experience not would serve them to save from this fate
Or their once mighty town now reeking of rotting old bait
And Captain Cecily only found herself having a laugh hearty and loud
Laughing long into the night as the fog rolled in and covered the town
After a while their noses did get used to the stench they reviled
A smallest of mercies when the rest of the town was still quite defiled
She could summon up daughters and wenches and no longer just whores
And have them sent without question to her mansion's large doors
To be eaten and abused as a sacrifice ignoble and gross
The only thing they could do to prevent much further of loss
Women learned to either arm their bodies or on ships they did run
Refusing to partake in the twisted ideas the queen now found fun
Some lived and hid in the basements and underground too
Away from Captain Cecily and away from their beloved ocean blue
It was all they could do to keep themselves alive if the town they not could leave
Lest they face the maddened pirate queen and their lives she would cleave
This mansion now sat on the top of the hill that sits not far
Up a bit further from where ye and I now sit in this bar
It was now more a fort, a castle, or a den
One only comfortable to pirate ken
Perhaps we can see the remnants of her touch in a while yet
Left up there lest her rule and how we won we soon do forget
But that is not yet the part of this song I do sing
Not yet is the end of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
Yet may we have many a tale for ye to hear
So grab some more food and order me another cold beer
My lips and my throat are parched but I can go on all day
Singing these songs about pirates and whores living in this bay
So why don't ye relax and take yet another while still
And listen to my words if ye oh so kindly will
Now that the mansion was defiled in a pirate's own manner
Complete with her flag run up as a notable banner
Letting those sailing in to the port who knew yet not
This was the town of a pirate so hand over all that ye got
She needed not crew nor men to sail The Blinded Whore for her
But it was nice to conscript everyone and her work to defer
If ye lived in town ye were now one of her slaves
Working for that measly pirate's coin wage
Hey at least she did keep her word on that claim
That she had boasted about during the political games
Everyone got a coin or two for doing work she found trite
Such as smuggling in rum or offing someone she hated at night
It is no fun to murder someone too easy to kill
Unless it's one of the whores that gives her that thrill
Why get her Berserker or Fang dirty if not needed
And have someone else do the work to make someone beheaded
It was a ring she ran incredibly tight and thorough to the bone
Not a single thing existed within the isles she could not call her own
The people themselves were now her property too
Doing with them whatever it is she willed or wanted to do
Of course ye can guess
That the penalty was death
Most gruesome and painful if ye denied her her word
Finding yerself either keelhauled or at the end of her sword
Heads on lances stuck out from the walls of her manor up high
As a warning of what happened to ye if to her ye did lie
Familiar faces were rung up on masts and on polls
Hanging in the winds and flapping about like dusty old scrolls
It did not matter if it was a man or a woman if ye did betray
Nor did it matter if it was a kid she would fillet
Not a single person had an out and all were worked long and hard
Their bodies becoming gray and haggard and coated in scars
the rations were measly and the rum became watered on down
There was nothing but misery all throughout the port town
People would meet in secret and arrange a trade
Of giving them food if they did their work for the day
It was a horrid thing to do to push it on them
And they had no other way of which to make their amends
All this new rule had made the folk turn on each other
Slitting the throats of their lovers and brothers
If it meant a nickel more to them they would do it no doubt
'Twas either give in or face another long hard drought
They craved the taste of meats and of rum yet once more
Their overworked bodies coming near death's dusty doors
Captain Cecily of course found nothing wrong with what she had wrought
Enjoying the sickening moral duels these mortals now fought
If too many died then that was no bother to her in the least
For unless ye forget, she has blood half that a seafaring beast
She was a siren and out from the port she would go
And sing until luring in boats upon which she would stow
And force them into town as new workers, new blood for her scheme
Luring in men and women and stealing their riches by the ream
Adding it in to her coffers hidden in a place nobody dared ask
Lest by the end of the queen's sharp sword they got taken to task
The boats she did stole became nothing but scrap and parts spare
Reminding to those that she kidnapped they had not but a prayer
Of ever returning to the home that they sailed from many a day
They were now stuck in the pirate's black bay
And so life came to be this dreaded and heavy curse
A way of living so twisted up and perverse
Those that killed themselves and saved the rest the trouble
Were not blamed for leaving early this eternal struggle
Some jumped into the bay and let the sharks on them feast
Feeding the fish and the ocean on their blood and their meats
Some took a gun to their head and their brains splattered
Some took a knife to the gut and their intestines did scatter
No matter how it was done it was no longer a shock
People just took their cooling bodies and tossed off the dock
They would give them a salute and a prayer to tell
The gods not to send those poor bastards to hell
For this hell was one all to real to them still
As Captain Cecily looked down on them from atop her bleak hill
Anything had to be better than this life they did ride
And welcomed whatever did await them on the other side
To be reborn or to just wander in the afterlife warm
And away from this port and its pirates and storms
The fog felt like it was now rolling in sooner each day
Laying heavy on everyone in this blackened old bay
It set the stage for what they now resigned to their fate
A happy life or an escape for them was now all too late
And so the era of piracy became entrenched on our shores
And forever marking the history of mighty Cape Korre
Once more I come to the end of a verse to thee
And soon shall speak more of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
CANTO VII – A NEW ERA OF ROT-COVERED GOLD
After that long and dreadful election day had came and went
The townsfolk still shocked at the Mayor's death and feeling quite spent
They found themselves forced to live in a new era of blood
Cape Korre's mighty and sacred old name drug through the fresh pasty mud
Splattered and shattered was their reputation for trade high end
A reputation that would take eras to work on and amend
Their neighbors and ports on other sides of the sea
Soon found out that Korre was under now rule of Captain Cecily
No more trade to their port would they send or ship
No more sailors sent to our port on any lengthy supply trip
It was not the fault of the town or the folk that they did know
But they knew not to trifle in the affairs of a queen who their guts she would strow
They felt bad for not being able to send them any men
And knew all too better than to send the hungry queen any of their women
Fate had forced their hands to fold and up from the table they rose
And upon Cape Korre their kinship came to a close
The cape became an isolated and icy blue hell
Trapped in their own violent piracy shell
Leaving was something only a brave few did choose
For many upon the angry old waves their lives they did lose
It was not easy to escape the grasp
It was not easy to escape her wrath
Upon the whole isles Captain Cecily outstretched her grimy hands
And took over all of our shining and sandy sweet lands
The Mayor was no longer the title she would wear
Upon her own head the title of Ruler of Korre now she would bear
For a Mayor is not someone ye could find yerself afraid
But a ruler is someone of yer triflings mocking and yer peasantry preyed
A ruler is someone ruthless and battered
One might call them an unrepentant bloody bastard
Maybe tyrant would do instead she thought to herself a bit
While upon her new throne in the mansion she stretched out and sit
Or maybe king or conqueror
One is as good as any other
Just something that implied to all of her skill and her might
Something to give even the strongest of mortals an assured fright
Either way she figured the first thing she would do as ruler of town
Is force the blacksmiths to make her a bright golden crown
Adorned with gems both red and of blue
To match her coat and her skin's icy hues
And laced up with black onyx as big as her eyes
Of the cold blackened depths they exist to imply
To where she would send ye if ye her rule did disagree
There was to be no second chances from cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
And after the crown was made and put on her dead
She had the blacksmith thrown out and hung up for dead
He was no longer of use to her and trusted him not did she
Ignoring his crying and bribing and for his life he did plea
For a man like that was probably already preparing to forge
Of guns and of pikes against herself to disgorge
To chase her off with and attempt a hasty coup
And that was just not something she would allow him to do
She then demanded that the tailors make her a cape
Upon her shoulders and cape she would don and would drape
To keep her warm and to give her something to swoosh around
To intimidate the people as she walked about town
She would not stop until her outfit was full and gaudy at best
But that was not a thing that even in private ye would jest
To her it looked quite kingly and evil
To force these workers to take up hammer and needle
And make her an outfit worthy of their ruler new
But to everyone else, it looked horrid and tacky entirely through
If she overheard even the slightest little jape
Made about her new and shining crown and her cape
Overboard did ye go back down to the sea
And so began the reign of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
Once in the mansion she began to tear it all down
And force the people in from all over town
To rebuilt it in her vision, darker and nastier than before
Up and down every square wall and across all of the floors
Tearing it up and putting only the worst in its place
Statues of demons now taking over where there was once a nice vase
Walls amber and brown now became blackened and red
Decorated with images of people all chewed up and now dead
Armor and weapons lined the halls all throughout the mansion now too
Armed with tridents and scales of bright golds and deep blues
Upon the beds she found them too soft and too dry for her taste
So up and back down she would jump on them until they became waste
Splintered and shattered under her feet clawed and webbed they died
And in new slimy tanks and pools she would sleep and would lie
The smell of the flowers and incense that once seeped through the ways
Was replaced with a stench of blood and salt and algae from the bays
It reeked like a heaven for fish men and demons sickening
ye could smell it in town, yer stomach on itself now quickly turning
Even in summer when fish on the beach side came up to die in the sun
Stank not as awful as the smell that the mansion now spun
ye would think nothing would beat a reek of fresh chum
But I have news from ye, one smell of this and ye were really quite done
Even fisherman old with beards longer than eels
Would double on over and upon the streets they would reel
Their experience not would serve them to save from this fate
Or their once mighty town now reeking of rotting old bait
And Captain Cecily only found herself having a laugh hearty and loud
Laughing long into the night as the fog rolled in and covered the town
After a while their noses did get used to the stench they reviled
A smallest of mercies when the rest of the town was still quite defiled
She could summon up daughters and wenches and no longer just whores
And have them sent without question to her mansion's large doors
To be eaten and abused as a sacrifice ignoble and gross
The only thing they could do to prevent much further of loss
Women learned to either arm their bodies or on ships they did run
Refusing to partake in the twisted ideas the queen now found fun
Some lived and hid in the basements and underground too
Away from Captain Cecily and away from their beloved ocean blue
It was all they could do to keep themselves alive if the town they not could leave
Lest they face the maddened pirate queen and their lives she would cleave
This mansion now sat on the top of the hill that sits not far
Up a bit further from where ye and I now sit in this bar
It was now more a fort, a castle, or a den
One only comfortable to pirate ken
Perhaps we can see the remnants of her touch in a while yet
Left up there lest her rule and how we won we soon do forget
But that is not yet the part of this song I do sing
Not yet is the end of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
Yet may we have many a tale for ye to hear
So grab some more food and order me another cold beer
My lips and my throat are parched but I can go on all day
Singing these songs about pirates and whores living in this bay
So why don't ye relax and take yet another while still
And listen to my words if ye oh so kindly will
Now that the mansion was defiled in a pirate's own manner
Complete with her flag run up as a notable banner
Letting those sailing in to the port who knew yet not
This was the town of a pirate so hand over all that ye got
She needed not crew nor men to sail The Blinded Whore for her
But it was nice to conscript everyone and her work to defer
If ye lived in town ye were now one of her slaves
Working for that measly pirate's coin wage
Hey at least she did keep her word on that claim
That she had boasted about during the political games
Everyone got a coin or two for doing work she found trite
Such as smuggling in rum or offing someone she hated at night
It is no fun to murder someone too easy to kill
Unless it's one of the whores that gives her that thrill
Why get her Berserker or Fang dirty if not needed
And have someone else do the work to make someone beheaded
It was a ring she ran incredibly tight and thorough to the bone
Not a single thing existed within the isles she could not call her own
The people themselves were now her property too
Doing with them whatever it is she willed or wanted to do
Of course ye can guess
That the penalty was death
Most gruesome and painful if ye denied her her word
Finding yerself either keelhauled or at the end of her sword
Heads on lances stuck out from the walls of her manor up high
As a warning of what happened to ye if to her ye did lie
Familiar faces were rung up on masts and on polls
Hanging in the winds and flapping about like dusty old scrolls
It did not matter if it was a man or a woman if ye did betray
Nor did it matter if it was a kid she would fillet
Not a single person had an out and all were worked long and hard
Their bodies becoming gray and haggard and coated in scars
the rations were measly and the rum became watered on down
There was nothing but misery all throughout the port town
People would meet in secret and arrange a trade
Of giving them food if they did their work for the day
It was a horrid thing to do to push it on them
And they had no other way of which to make their amends
All this new rule had made the folk turn on each other
Slitting the throats of their lovers and brothers
If it meant a nickel more to them they would do it no doubt
'Twas either give in or face another long hard drought
They craved the taste of meats and of rum yet once more
Their overworked bodies coming near death's dusty doors
Captain Cecily of course found nothing wrong with what she had wrought
Enjoying the sickening moral duels these mortals now fought
If too many died then that was no bother to her in the least
For unless ye forget, she has blood half that a seafaring beast
She was a siren and out from the port she would go
And sing until luring in boats upon which she would stow
And force them into town as new workers, new blood for her scheme
Luring in men and women and stealing their riches by the ream
Adding it in to her coffers hidden in a place nobody dared ask
Lest by the end of the queen's sharp sword they got taken to task
The boats she did stole became nothing but scrap and parts spare
Reminding to those that she kidnapped they had not but a prayer
Of ever returning to the home that they sailed from many a day
They were now stuck in the pirate's black bay
And so life came to be this dreaded and heavy curse
A way of living so twisted up and perverse
Those that killed themselves and saved the rest the trouble
Were not blamed for leaving early this eternal struggle
Some jumped into the bay and let the sharks on them feast
Feeding the fish and the ocean on their blood and their meats
Some took a gun to their head and their brains splattered
Some took a knife to the gut and their intestines did scatter
No matter how it was done it was no longer a shock
People just took their cooling bodies and tossed off the dock
They would give them a salute and a prayer to tell
The gods not to send those poor bastards to hell
For this hell was one all to real to them still
As Captain Cecily looked down on them from atop her bleak hill
Anything had to be better than this life they did ride
And welcomed whatever did await them on the other side
To be reborn or to just wander in the afterlife warm
And away from this port and its pirates and storms
The fog felt like it was now rolling in sooner each day
Laying heavy on everyone in this blackened old bay
It set the stage for what they now resigned to their fate
A happy life or an escape for them was now all too late
And so the era of piracy became entrenched on our shores
And forever marking the history of mighty Cape Korre
Once more I come to the end of a verse to thee
And soon shall speak more of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily