The Pirate Song from POC3



The king and his men,

stole the queen from her bed

and bound her in her Bones.

The seas be ours

and by the powers

where we will well roam.



Yo, ho, haul together,

hoist the colors high.

Heave ho, thieves and beggars,

never say we die.



Some men have died

and some are alive

and others sail on the sea

– with the keys to the cage...

and the Devil to pay

we lay to Fiddler's Green!



The bell has been raised

from it's watery grave...

Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?

We are a call to all,

pay head the squall

and turn your sail toward home!



Yo, ho, haul together,

hoist the colors high.

Heave ho, thieves and beggars,

never shall we die.



One of the actual Pirate Songs:

The Pirate Song

To the mast nail our flag it is dark as the grave,

Or the death which it bears while it sweeps o'er the wave;

Let our deck clear for action, our guns be prepared;

Be the boarding-axe sharpened, the scimitar bared:

Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,

For the last of my duties, the powder-room key.

It shall never be lowered, the black flag we bear;

If the sea be denied us, we sweep through the air.

Unshared have we left our last victory's prey;

It is mine to divide it, and yours to obey:

There are shawls that might suit a sultana's white neck,

And pearls that are fair as the arms they will deck.



There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose

Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.

I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine

'Tis to drink to our victory - one cup of red wine.

Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, 'tis for fame:

The first I despise, and the last is a name.



I fight, 'tis for vengeance! I love to see flow,

At the stroke of my sabre, the life of my foe.

I strike for the memory of long-vanished years;

I only shed blood where another shed tears,

I come, as the lightning comes red from above,

O'er the race that I loathe, to the battle I love.

Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest Pirate Song

The most famous words are from the first four lines of this pirate song are :

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil had done for the rest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

The
Robert Louis Stevenson novel "Treasure Island" was published in 1883.
The words and lyrics of the first line of the pirate song "Fifteen men
on a dead man's chest" are explainable! Dead Man's Chest is a tiny
island that forms part of the British Virgin Islands in the Caribbean
Sea. Pirate legends of the Caribbean claim that the notorious pirate,
Edward Teach ( Blackbeard ), marooned 15 of his pirate crew on 'Dead
Man's Chest' as a punishment for their mutiny and desertion. All
pirates had their own Pirate Code of Conduct. 
Article VII of the Pirate Code agreed by Bartholomew Roberts ( Black
Bart ) and his pirate crew in the Shipboard Articles of 1721 stated:

He that shall desert the ship or his quarters in time of battle

shall be punished by death or marooning

The
Pirate Code of Blackbeard stated that each pirate who was marooned
should be given a cutlass and a bottle of rum. The scenes in the movie
'Pirates of the Caribbean' were therefore based on fact. The pirate
hero, Captain Jack Sparrow, was given a pistol instead of a cutlass
when he was marooned by his pirate shipmates.

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Excerpts from recent meeting on the Indo -Us Nuclear Deal:


(The chief figures are Walter. T. Hugo and Salahuddin Arumani, from the US and Indo side respectively.)

Sal.A : I believe that you mentioned some issues which need to be....resolved.

W.T.Hugo :Right. To be resolved. Yes. Now there have been some amendments to this little agreement of ours. Non negotiable of course.

Sal. A: (flips through the pages) But this is a very late stage for bringing about amendme.....What?!? This is preposterous.

W.T.Hugo: Just fulfilling our duty, as global leader, towards reducing greenhouse emissions....

Sal.A: By banning us from using petrol engines?!?

W.T.Hugo: Actually any fossil fuel based engines. You see, India contributes to over 3% of the global greenhouse emissions. That is just unacceptable....

Sal.A : The US spews more than 25% of all emissions!!!

W.T.Hugo: Ah. Yes. Irrelevant details. This is not about us. It is about you. Let us together take this small step....

Sal.A: Together?!? And what are we supposed to do without engines??

W.T.Hugo: Well, you have a lot of cows, don't you? Very efficient, I hear.

Sal.A: ........

W.T.Hugo: Glad you agree with me. Also, now you wont be needing that Iran pipeline anymore. So why don't you just call off that deal and while you are at it, brand them as 'Evil'...

Sal.A: What!! Why??

W.T.Hugo: Well....there was that incident at that place. And there was this guy. And they have that thing.....you know what I mean. Clearly 'Evil'.

Sal.A: ........

W.T.Hugo: I knew we would see each other eye to eye on this. Oh...and one more thing. We would like to re title these talks as Use-India....err....I mean US-Indo Agreement. A small thing really.

Sal.A: But....but....

W.T.Hugo: Oh my. Will you look at the time...well, have to be going now, ol' chap. Nice talking to you. Cheerio.

[With that, the US envoy hurries out.]

Assistant [to Sal.A]: Sir, what do we do now?

Sal.A: Sigh.....bring up the cows. Its a long ride back home.


[ The above excerpts and the characters involved are purely products of my imagination. The following, however, are actual excerpts.
Increased awareness of the scientific findings surrounding global warming has resulted in political and economic debate. Poor regions, particularly Africa, appear at greatest risk from the suggested effects of global warming, while their actual emissions have been negligible compared to the developed world, reports The New York Times.^[50] At the same time, developing country exemptions from provisions of the Kyoto Protocol have been criticized by the United States and been used as part of its justification for continued non-ratification.

The United States is the world's largest energy consumer and biggest producer of greenhouse gas emissions, spewing about a fourth of all global warming emissions, with emissions in the year 2004, according to a study, achieving record levels.Scientists in Britain condemned the increase, saying that it showed how the US was failing to take a lead in the international attempt to curb greenhouse gas emissions despite being the worst offender.

Sources: http://www.planetark.com/dailynewsstory.cfm/newsid/38984/story.htm
.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Global_warming
. http://news.independent.co.uk/world/science_technology/article358583.ece

A mischievous sprite, the wind it's steed,
Unseen, it flows over the seven seas,
Whispering of joys to fly, so free,
Teasing the waves, till in vain they leap,
For the joy unfelt, nor shall they ever feel.
Laughing, it rides to a place that none have seen,
to where the azure sky meets the deep blue sea.

Silence. Perhaps, were it not for the ringing in my ears. Somehow it seems to accentuate my own thoughts till it feels like I am shouting to myself.

Not someone I want to hear. Not now.



The ringing starts to fade and the familiar etude of intermittent gunfire resumes. A desert wind picks up, dragging away with it the dust cloud thrown up over me. Every breath a torture as the jagged particles of sand rips through my lungs. I force my eyes open, straining to see past the fast disappearing veil of dust, to see a terrain changed. What had been a level plateau just moments ago, I lie now at the tip of a fresh scar in this barren landscape. A gaping crater torn open by a mortar shell, black smoke still swirling up from the scorched remanents half buried in the blasted sand.



Something slides down the near slope of the crater, gathering momentum. A body. I knew him, though his name I knew not. A stranger, yet a friend. My comrade, my brother. A field medic, or so much his arm badge told me. I had but a glimpse of him, as he flung himself over me, the piercing whistle of the incoming mortar shell seeming to freeze time around us. His eyes acknowledge my look of disbelief, knowing that perhaps I would have done the same for him. Even now, as I watch his body roll away from me, his eyes still haunt me. For in his eyes I saw a strange mix of content and weariness, a familiarity that he shared with these war torn fields and yet, the heavy toll this familiarity had come to bear on him. Or was I seeing in his eyes what I felt within myself?

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My sands, I grip it in my hands,
My precious, shan't lose a single grain of sand,
The sands, how they cut my hands
But take from me, not one you shall,

A gentle breeze drifts past me
Embraces me, holds me,
Whispers as it's fingers tugs at mine
Daughter of the ocean, she says
Come, walk with me,
And as I let her take my hands,
My sands, in my hands
They fall, they rise
Around me, through me
Holds me, frees me.
Free, with her I fly,
I live, I die.

For six days and nights rose the clarion call,
A summons, Warriors of the Hall,
Blades unsheathed, valiant, we fought,
Fell demons which the Wise Ones wrought,
But my tired brethren, rest not in peace,
For shattered steel shall be whole once more.
Heed this summons, ye Warriors of the Hall
The battle has ended.
Begin the war...

And yet with his dying breath he calls,
Summons the dragons might
Fires within me, I say come forth,
In your pheonix fires, I am reborn,
An eternal I shall fight...

Tremors rend the silent sky,
A northern chill in the air,
Birds silent, though they wish to sound
A giant has fallen this day...

Too many sins my hands have seen,
Too many lies been spoke,
Now I fall, though still unseen,
I cling by the strands of my rope...

24 - The New Series

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Hour 1- 7:00 AM

Vikramanaha Iyeranga Kumaraswamy Inderjith (a.k.a Viki) felt compltely relaxed. The sun was shining. The birds were dancing with joy, celebrating the gift of life. Even the cat that was sneaking up on the birds had a smile on its face. Life was good.
Viki felt completely relaxed. Viki knew this wasn´t gonna be a good day.

Viki was out of his element. A normal day would begin at 7:50, sometimes later. He took it as a personal goal to redefine the meaning of multi tasking and time management with each passing day, living each day by the Crank Handbook. That is where the challenge lies , he thought. The thrill of the chase to get attendence.
He started walking towards the cupboard. He didnt know why he did it, only that ity seemed like a good idea at that time. But the again perhaps it wasnt, so in midstep he decided to return to the bed and start over.
¨Crankś Rule #21 - When in the boot up stage, which can last upro 15 minutes upon waking, never change your destination in midstep. This results in a command mismatch between the two feet, the consequence of which is the crossing of the feet. Subsequent events are varied, but 78% of these events ends with the victim falling face first on the floor.¨
Viki had already reached the floor by the time he thought of Rule#21.

Luckily something had broken his fall. He looked up to see that he had fallen in a pile of newspapers that had been collecting by his door, some already yellow with age. He got up, dusted himself off and glaced at the headlines on the news paper at the top of the pile. Lot of stuff going on in the world , he thought
(Hey!! How come Gangulyś back in the team....and the WC should be 2 months away, not one week).
He shuffled his way over to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. ´Brush my teeth, seems like a good idea...Isnt it?´, he asked his reflection.
No reply.
´Hello?´
The reflection just kept staring at him. Boring into him with its dark cold eyes. Fear crept into him as he felt himself being drawn into the mirror. His reflectionś eyes started glowing and suddenly his world and the world in the mirror merged. He felt himself falling through an endless vortex, the energies of the cosmos flowing around him , through him. He looked up and saw himself...or at least what was his reflection in the mirror, the eyes still glowing.
¨Hello, Vikramanaha¨ boomed the reflection in a deep voice¨It is time you learnt about the truth about the Crankatar State¨
¨What is it that I must know?¨ asked Viki.
*Explanation censored as only those initiated to the Last Minute Rush Cult may know the Truth...*

Extract from the Crank Book Of Revelations: If the initiate stares at his reflection while still in the boot up stage, there occurs a collision of the Light and Dark energies, which results in the initiate entering the Whiskeyworld (the regional outlet of the Spiritworld). Real life accounts show that the truth about ones Crankatar State, when the initiate is granted tremendous power for a short time (usually from 7:50 to 8), is revealed to them.

¨Vikramanaha...you have been here a long time. You have a duty to fulfill¨ said the reflection ¨It is time for you to go.¨ Saying this, the relfection touched Viki´s forehead.
The next thing he knew, Viki was back in the real world. He checked his watch. 7:50.
The reflection was right. It was time.
He could feel it. The energies rushing through him. His chi rising.
Everything seemed to move so fast....and yet....so slow....He let himself go.

The next thing he knew he was in class. In time for attendence.
He had made it.