Captain Bluebeard's Parrot

A pirate ship, the Salty Swan, Sailed on the waves, a dusty tan. With ropes like snakes and sails so high, Beneath a bright and endless sky.

Captain Bluebeard, gruff and bold, His parrot, Pip, a sight to behold, And Sailor Stan, with seaweed hair, All hunted treasure, beyond compare.

"Map leads to X!" the Captain roared, Pip squawked, "Then treasure we'll be stored!" A dotted line, a cryptic clue, Adventure waited, shining through!

They dug and searched, on sandy shores, Avoiding sneaky, snapping jaws. They battled storms and crashing waves, To find the treasure the map engraves.

They dodged a kraken, big and green, A whirlpool spun, a dizzy scene! Stan climbed the mast, Pip flew ahead, While Bluebeard bellowed, "Almost dead!"

At last, they found a chest so old, With hinges rusty, stories told. But when they opened, gasp and stare! No gold, no jewels, just friendship there.

Bluebeard chuckled, Pip agreed, "A better treasure, plant the seed! For laughter shared and help so true, Is worth much more than all we knew!"