In the heart of the ocean, where the waves gently roll,
A tale of a sea battle, a story to be told.
The Captain sets sail, with his crew so brave,
To claim the princess's rum, over the deep blue wave.
Oh, the cannons may fire, but the sea is so calm,
In the midst of the battle, I find my own balm.
With the sun shining down and the wind in my hair,
In this calming rhythm, there's no room for despair.
The royal fleet stands tall, guarding their precious load,
But the pirates move swiftly, in stealthy mode.
The clash of steel and wood, echoes through the sea,
Yet in this calming groove, I find tranquility.
Oh, the cannons may fire, but the sea is so calm,
In the midst of the battle, I find my own balm.
With the sun shining down and the wind in my hair,
In this calming rhythm, there's no room for despair.
Through the smoke and the chaos, I see a peaceful sight,
The ocean's vast expanse, in the soft moonlight.
As the ships collide and the sailors shout,
I drift on the tide, finding my way out.
Oh, the cannons may fire, but the sea is so calm,
In the midst of the battle, I find my own balm.
With the sun shining down and the wind in my hair,
In this calming rhythm, there's no room for despair.
So here's to the rum, and the stories it brings,
To the pirates and the princess, and the songs we sing.
In the heart of the sea, where the battles may rage,
I find my peace, on this calming stage.
Oh, the cannons may fire, but the sea is so calm,
In the midst of the battle, I find my own balm.
With the sun shining down and the wind in my hair,
In this calming rhythm, there's no room for despair.