A roiling sea of jet black clouds
Masked the sky speckled with stars
Waves rise and take their form
Then crash back down on bone white sand
Wind howls, up palm trees
Forbidden treasure glints and gleams
Billowing sails catch the wind
A rickety boat rides the waves
Its tossed and turned
And pummelled and pounded
Right back down to soft white sand
Two black boots
Jump on down
A crinkled map is clutched In hand
An x splashed on in ****** red
Will lead the boots to jewels and gems