The Pirate Ship

(confuse... just a dream)
Arroy, last weekend, I can barely remember. That was a different boat. Lil quiet, I can still listen to the heavy-metal, clouding the sound of the fighting scimitars
that uses to give a light dark of the night.
And the night, this one was to be long. We were prepared, a bottle of black rum and another one, just in case. The darky, how we called it, was its half way to our complete hapness. The swing of the boat wasn't any encouraging. Paciently the luiquid was finding an end.
The night still hides a surprise. An enemy atack, a turbulent sea, an epic crature... Taking advantage of the myst, we've made our way fast to a very frequented island. Pirates of the whole world uses to pass by and get drunk in there.
There will be others time to tast the wonders of our precious treasure. Times of fun, not war. Times when we will have some limons to catch the maximum of our treasure. But for now, it was better to hide that unestimated fortune (2 brazilian bucks). Time was an ally, so we tried a new tecnic: burying up! Yes "up".
Where, I can't tell. It's a pirate honour code. The map is just revealed minutes before a certain death. And to death I am not ready. Just when I have learned to make TNT from a banana (tnx Chucky, but one day it will go atomic by my hands Muahaha).
I can't say where it is, but... leave a clue is a more than a cliche: "Find in the stars the answers to your closed bar, near a bar"

Q merda. Bom tudo por culpa do Pito, Thiaguinho, Lucas... eu escrevi em ingles, porcausa do burying up. E outra pra lembra como era ingles. Ve c eu ainda sei. E tb pro Rafa vir tira sarro, alguem tem q diverti/ocupa (parece sinonimo) os outros. That's my job.