Fellowship of the Dice

Roderick starts singing a popular song, one he heard in some tavern.

"Yon's my Privateer
see how trim she lies
To every man a lucky hand
and to every man a prize
I live to ride the Ocean
the mighty world around
To take a little plunder
and to hear the pistol sound

To lay with pretty women
to drink Madeira wine
to hear the roller's thunder
on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!

The people on your Man 'o war
are treated worse than scum
I'm no flogging Captain
my God I've sailed with some
Come with me to Barbary
We'll ply there up and down
Not quite exactly
in the service of the Crown

To lay with pretty women
to drink Madeira wine
to hear the roller's thunder
on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!

Look here there's my Privateer
she's small but she can sting
Licensed to take prizes
with a letter from the King
I love the streets and taverns
of a pretty foreign town
tip my hat to the dark eyed ladies
as we sally up and down

To lay with pretty women
to drink Madeira wine
to hear the roller's thunder
on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!

The Empire needs her Privateers
each time she goes to war
death to all her enemies
No prizes matter more
Come with me to Barbary
We'll ply there up and down
Not quite exactly
in the service of the Crown

I lay with pretty women
to drink Madeira wine
to hear the roller's thunder
on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!"

The cheers are up, the song begins and the ship readies. By noon things are in order and the tide comes in. You've stowed the water, the jolly boat, and have dealt with the dead and your new 'charter' to some degree. Ranks and positions are considered, and everyone knows their job, at least for now.

With a song still on the air the Man's Promise, for that is what the ship still is until you can change the lines and look of it, and get a nice new name plate, sets sail away from Bonewrack Isle. With your back to the isle the ship is sailing northeast toward the Slithering Coast and a place Kroop calls Rickety Squibs.

As the first night of your first day of freedom begins two sinister forms rise from the foam around the coast of Bonewrack Isle. A newly made pair of Lacedons haunt the northern shoals of the isle, Mr. Plugg and Master Scourge refuse to rest even in death, and their undead bodies take to hunting on Bonewrack Isle.