Yo ho ho and the sea runs black,
With the wind at our back and no course to track.
We sailed through storms and devil’s breath,
Chased by the ghostly hand of death.
But deep below where the lanterns dim,
Past rusted chains and a hymn so grim,
A lock awaits with a code to test —
4127, the key to the chest.
Rum and gold and a cat with one eye,
Guard the vault where the shadows lie.
So drink to the code and never forget:
4127 — the pirate's debt!
Ballad of the Hidden Hold
© Copyright: Виктор Филиппов, 2025
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