For six hellish months we twisted away / windin’ through mazes of hedges and mold / But soon the way’ll be truly unbound / Rolling down to the Hold

I went down to the crossroads, didn’t know what I would find / down to the crossroads, didn’t know what I would find / Only store that was open, taking pieces for a rind

As I sailed down the Boiling Reef, All on a hazy eve / Heave away, my Polycule, Heave Away / It's there I spied a blood-orange slice, A-looking all forlorn / And away my Polycule, We're all bound to heist.

Yo ho, yo ho, privateer’s life for me / We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot / We kidnap and ravage (and we’re protected by a government commission and authorized for use in international conflict so) and don't give a hoot / yo ho, yo ho, privateer’s life for me

Why must the sea be boiling so! / Boiling, boys, it’s boiling!
Navigate the geysers, go! / Boiling, boys, it’s boiling!
Up the petals to roots below / Boiling, boys, it’s boiling!
Growl you may, but wilt you know / Boiling, boys, it’s boiling!

“The Beach Episode is, simply put, an episode where the cast decided to take a break and go to the beach or a swimming pool for some wet and splashy fun. In a lot of shows, the Beach Episode generally exists solely for the purpose of getting the cast into bathing suits, either for titillation or just because some people want to see what the characters' bathing suits look like.” - TV Tropes

How manifold are Thy works, O Planter! In wisdom hast Thou made them all; the world is sown full of Thy creatures. / Blooming and creeping things innumerable, living creatures, both small and great. / The smallest caterpillar seed to the undersea Leviathans, and the rest we fall in between.

We will rant and we'll roar like folk of no county

We'll rant and we'll roar on the great salty sea

Until we right bother the sleeping sea monsters

Who’ll deliver us peace inside their belly

Farewell and adieu to you, cheering sections

Farewell and adieu to you, hooligans

For we have remembered we’re not just or competin’

But we hope to return when the games come again

O, my name’s Cervantes Kid / As I sailed, as I sailed / O, my name’s Cervantes Kid / As I sailed / My name’s Cervantes Kid / Shot up a giant squid / And three score katydid / As I sailed

Brandy, you’re a fine girl / sweet, kind, and demure  / but my life, my love, and my lady / is a touuuuuuuur

It was an ancient Mariner / who stopped me unaware: / “On the land, on the sea, or in between, I must know you from somewhere.”

Pre·ci·sion: the quality, condition, or fact of being exact and accurate.

My bro, he has three petals / three petals has my bro / and would he not have three petals / he would not be my bro

*Space Jam Voice* Come on and shoot, at this contest absolute. Every pirate get up, it’s time to shoot now. We got a real thing going now, welcome to the ‘Eye Games. Do some plunder, have some fun-der at the ‘Eye games, alright alright alright alright.