“Riches of Trōpal-Dhani”

[Pirate chants]
Verse I
Avast Ye! gather close and hear,
Of Captain Gravy Bones, Riches of Trōpal-Dhani clear,
A Conqueror of the High Seas, cursed and free,
With Blood in the Water trailing far behind the keel.
From the Back Alley Breakline to the Portside Exchange,
His name tastes of rum and dangerous change.

Chorus
Ohhh Saltwater Swell, roll me under, roll me low,
If we Sink Below, let the old world go!
With Sea Legs strong and Jittery Bones,
Sing for Gravy Bones, Shipwrecked Looter and gold!

Verse II
There’s Chum, Friendly First Mate, grinning through the storm,
And Oysten, Heart of Gold, steady, tried, and warm.
Scooba, Salty Sea Dog, growls at the tide,
While Sawbones, Dock Hand, keeps the wounded alive.
A Swabbie cries prayers to Fiddler’s Green,
As Wailer Humperdinck roars obscene.

Chorus
Ohhh Saltwater Swell, roll me under, roll me low,
If we Sink Below, let the old world go!
With Riggermortis tight on the rigging and bones,
Sing Remembrance loud for the lost and gone!

Verse III
Through the Prismatic Leyline, the compass screams,
Bound by the Amulet of Echoes and broken dreams.
Anka, Drag Under, pulls hard from below,
A Loan Shark waits where the cold winds blow.
The Eye of Ophidia gleams in the night,
Calling sailors to Fearless Confrontation and fight.

Chorus
Ohhh Loot the Hold, you Murderous Rabble, roar!
From the deck to the mast to the captain’s door!
For Sunken Treasure sleeps on the stone,
Waiting Sea Floor Salvage to claim it home!

Verse IV
A Call to the Grave rings out with the bell,
As cannon smoke dances with the Saltwater Swell.
At the Golden Tipple, we swear we’ll return,
So Tip the Barkeep while the lanterns burn.
Sing the Riches of Trōpal-Dhani till the timbers groan,
To the king of wrecks—our Gravy Bones!

Final Chorus (Slow → Loud)
Ohhh Saltwater Swell, carry our song,
From right and wrong to where we belong.
If we Sink Below, let legends be told—
Of Gravy Bones, the seas, and stolen gold!

Outro (Chanted)
Avast Ye!
Avast Ye!
To Fiddler’s Green or the devil’s lee—
We sail, we steal, we’re finally free! 🏴‍☠️

pirate shanty—rowdy, chantable, meant to be bellowed with mugs raised and boots stomping on wet planks: