An Unexpected Treasure

I present this poem to get ye in the mood for the adventures of Dead Skin Dave!

A map half torn,
A mem’ry half worn
From drinking too much rum.
Till I find the chest
I will not rest;
It holds a hefty sum.
Against the sky,
My eye does spy
The land so often sought.
The wind does blow,
The waters flow
To where X marks the spot.
A night to sail
I will not fail
This treasure to regain.
Spoils so fine
All of it mine,
The joy attacks my brain.
I slog ashore
For treasure galore
To have and hold forever.
I’ve ended my quest
But inside the chest
was nothing whatsoever.
-Author Unknown

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