Mich: There it is Sigurd: A beautiful ship Mich: Guards around Sigurd: Most are not at attention Magnus: I’ll sneak past the guards and kill them quietly Mich: Magnus creeps forth oh so silently. Nobody saw or heard he was leaving. Making a plan to swim out to sea evading the guards and climbing the ship. We planned on the docks and then we see mag... (Crash) Mich & Sigurd: No! Mich: The plotting disassembled, alarm is now set. Drawing our weapons, no turning back. In the near distance, the swarming of men, converging on us no time for a plan Sigurd: Plan you do seek but thoughts apprehend, tear through the guards, new tactics to commend Mich: Men coming forth, Magnus flies in, running on crates, slicing off heads. Organs fall out, port turning red. Barrels of rum. Sigurd has a plan. Sigurd: Come on men, pull out your flint, rip off your sleeves, shove them in then roll out the barrels, towards the bad men, they’ll run away, with melting flesh all with melting flesh. Mich: Prematurely the barrels explode, throwing our men into the cove. Anger we feel will overload. Head toward the ship we must escape from this port. There it is a wondrous ship. Dust in the distance, what is this? Closer they come, the guards what I see, The Monarch’s navy fire we need. Magnus: Barrels of rum, whiskey, and mead, place strategically, docks where they seek, grab their sticks with fire and lead, point them at the barrels and send them all to hell
Halt, Halt, Halt, Halt Fire Magnus: Shooting the barrels when The Monarch’s guards come even closer, they’re shooting at us. Mich: We are launching arrows at the couriers who are fleeing, missing their... Fire is now blazing. Burning up ships and the docks are obliterated. We are free now with a crew and a ship. Must go north to finish up our quest.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
