Dead men tell no tales
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul Yo oh heave ho There are men whose hearts as as black as coal Yo oh heave ho"
Luciano watched from the shadows as Afonso left the Nau and walked towards a beach in an unknown land. He had been told to stay at home, but he was angry at his Dad. He had barely talked to him when he came to visit him this time, and suddenly he had to leave again in the middle of the night.
"And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
It's as dark a tale as was ever told Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold"
Quietly, the young boy followed him, wondering why his father was singing uncle Arthur's song, why he looked so angry...
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides Yo oh heave ho There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides Yo oh heave ho"
Luciano had heard Afonso and Arthur argue a few days ago. Something about a missing ship. Uncle Artur had yelled that he didn't know what he was talking about.
"And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight"
Luciano kept listing to his father singing. The song was usually fun, but on Afonso's lips, it sounded like a scary story.
"Sailor man beware When the money is in the ground there's murder in the air"
They were walking towards the center of the island, Luciano could see the light of a fire. Someone else was also here.
The young boy's brown eyes widened when he saw his father pull out his twin pistols. His singing grew quieter.
"When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed There's no turning back from any course that's laid
And when greed and villainy sail the sea You can bet your boots there'll be treachery"
They had reached the center of the island now. Luciano saw a blond man digging a hole, surrounded by cold coins, jewels, and all kinds of treasure. The man was singing happily, the same song his father was singing.
Luciano finally recognized his uncle Arthur, as well as the Portuguese coat of arms on the treasure he was digging.
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails," Arthur sang, his smile dying in his lips as he saw Afonso standing there, his twin pistols aimed at his heart.
"Dead men tell no tales," Afonso finished.