A bottle of wine lay in the middle of the lantern lit street. The passerby careful where they place their feet. The drunkard pirates await, the next worthy bait.
"ARHHHH mi lady, have a drink of this fine Spanish wine before you go on your way!".
To say no to these men would be worse than a haunting. One sip, a few coughs from the over-proofed wine, a loud cheer from the pirates and squawks from the parrots.
The sound of drunkard richness was the melody of the nights.
Welcome to Port Royal.
The richest and most feared pirates from as far as Madagascar, gathered to spend their loot on rums, wines and women.
Sodom and Gomorrah of the new world, law and order were left to drown at bay.
One day, the heavens frowned with deep disgust, the earth moaned from the red rum and blood mixed in its mud. The earth shook violently, fitting for the violent drunkards who ruled the Port.
Around 11:43 the sea came alive,
all the sins swallowed soulfully in the taverns, forming a wave that swallowed most of the Port.
Half the city, sank to the ocean bed.
Time would bury treasures in a blanket of sand. A glimpse of memories, sinful and grand.
The Pirate spirits still walks this land.
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5.7. 2018
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