One hooked hand, on a peg she limbers,
A cutthroat salt that'll shiver ye timbers.
She'll rail ye on her sword in a clap of thunder,
For pieces of eight she's come to plunder.
So upright seadog when captain's on deck,
Or bloody Captain Bonney will rope ye neck.
Each doll comes in a signature coffin package with death certificate.
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