Upon the crest of ocean’s wave, they sail with hearts so bold,
With eyes set on the horizon, where treasures yet untold.
The whisper of the wind, their compass through the night,
Stars above their guiding flame, in darkness, their delight.

The cannons roar, the swords they clash, a dance of life and death,
The plundered gold, the legends told, with every precious breath.
The sea, their home, the ship, their throne, where freedom reigns supreme,
Through storm and calm, their spirits strong, forever they shall dream.

Beneath the flag of skull and bones, they carve their fate in waves,
From port to port, with tales of old, of daring and of graves.
Their laughter loud, their voices proud, as they forge their legacy,
In every drop of salty air, their echoes of the sea.

And when the final day arrives, the sea will claim its own,
The pirates’ souls, to rest or roam, in waters overthrown.
Yet tales will live, in hearts they’ll give, a memory so bright,
Of pirates’ life, of endless strife, beneath the moon’s pale light.