Okay, my real curse now.
Among the moonlight, shining bright,
You see the skeletons creep.
The situation is very tight,
The Grim has come to Reap.
Mistake was made, price shall be paid,
Your fingers, they were sticky.
Now be the time your life is laid,
The time be lost for tricky.
An apple from Barbossa's hand,
A cursed and fickle thing.
You plucked the fruit, it touched the land,
Your bells no longer ring.
Roger's forces come to you,
Because the cursed fruit fell.
You'd try to run like Speedy Lou,
Your fears you cannot quell.
Your handy sword raises up high,
But will it fail you now?
It seems as though your hands are tied,
It's time to take your bow.