Ahoy!

Setembro ainda tá meio longe, mas vamos desde já iniciar a celebração do “Talk Like Pirate Day”.

Trombei com uma banda pouco convencional chamada The Decemberists enquanto lia a Rolling Stone. A letra abaixo é dos caras e é praticamente um conto. Vale a pena gastar o inglês.

The Mariner's Revenge Song

We are two marinersOur ships' sole survivorsIn this belly of a whale

Its ribs are ceiling beamsIts guts are carpetingI guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember meI was a child of threeAnd you, a lad of eighteen

But I remember youAnd I will relate to youHow our histories interweave

At the time you wereA rake and a roustaboutSpending all your moneyOn the whores and houndsOh Ohhhhh

You had a charming airAll cheap and debonairMy widowed mother found so sweet

And so she took you inHer sheets still warm with himNow filled with filth and foul disease

As time wore on you provedA debt-ridden drunken messLeaving my motherA poor consumptive wretchOh Ohhhhh

And then you disappearedYour gambling arrearsThe only thing you left behind

And then the magistrateReclaimed our small estateAnd my poor mother lost her mind

Then one day, in springMy dear sweet mother diedBut before she didI took her hand as she, dying, cried:Oh Ohhhhh

"Find him, bind himTie him to a pole and breakHis fingers to splintersDrag him to a hole until heWakes up nakedClawing at the ceilingOf his grave*sigh*"

It took me fifteen yearsTo swallow all my tearsAmong the urchins in the street

Until a prioryTook pity and hired meTo keep their vestry nice and neat

But never once in the employOf these holy menDid I ever, once, turn my mindFrom the thought of revengeOh Ohhhhh

One night I overheardThe prior exchanging wordsWith a penitent whaler from the sea

The captain of his shipWho matched you toe to tipWas known for a wanton cruelty

The following dayI shipped to seaWith a privateer

And in the whistleOf the windI could almost hear...Oh Ohhhhh

"Find him, bind himTie him to a pole and breakHis fingers to splintersDrag him to a hole until heWakes up nakedClawing at the ceilingOf his grave

"There is one thing I must say to youAs you sail across the seaAlways, your mother will watch over youAs you avenge this wicked deed"

And then that fateful nightWe had you in our sightAfter twenty months at sea

Your starboard flank abeamI was getting my muskets cleanWhen came this rumbling from beneath

The ocean shookThe sky went blackAnd the captain quailed

And before us grewThe angry jawsOf a giant whale

Don't know how I survivedThe crew all was chewed aliveI must have slipped between his teeth

But, oh! What providence!What divine intelligence!That you should surviveAs well as me

It gives my heartGreat joyTo see your eyes fill with fear

So lean in closeAnd I will whisperThe last words you'll hearOhh Ohhhhh

Cheers!

T.
PS. Aos que não dominam a língua inglesa: passou da hora de aprender, não?;)

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