Una de Piratas

All pirates have a fearsome brigantine, with ten cannons on each side and half a map of a treasure, buried on the shore of a beach in the Antilles. All pirates have a parrot that speaks French, to which they tell the glossary of a story that is not the one they tell of the corsair. Nor the opposite. They pass you through the keel for a trifle. But deep down they are sentimental, they tattoo on their skin the queen of the brothel and take her to sail the seas. A round of pirates... Long life and eternal glory. To make them kneel, you have to cut off their legs. All pirates have misunderstandings to clarify, pending debts and matters that are better left unspoken. They drink life in one gulp and laugh shamelessly. Until one day, trembling at the stern of a sailboat, they find her, and betraying the buccaneer's law, they do not claim the ransom and avoid the fight. When pirates are men in love with a skin that smells of jasmine, they break promises with their brothers of yesterday and flee at dawn towards a port that has not yet put a price on their head. A round of pirates... No one bent their sword and a beautiful woman was enough to clip their wings. There is no pirate story with a happy ending. Neither they nor censorship could allow it. From behind, in a corner, hired people assassinate them.