Byron, leading the charge, guided the party of nine Transcendents into the underground treasure cave.
The narrow staircase cut through the mountain, descending into the deep belly of Mount Zimery.
No sooner had everyone's feet touched the grey-white stone ground than a boisterous song echoed in the ears of all treasure hunters in the maze.
It seemed to be that of a pirate captain, sailing the high seas, carving through the waves while indulging in rum and hearty song:
"I am a carefree pirate;
With spices loaded at sunrise, I anchor at Turtle Island at sunset;
Sailors marvel at my mortars;
Moonlight, captivating and enchanting, paints omens in its glow..."
"I am a ruthless pirate;
Cannonballs punctuate screams, their thunder engulfing the mind;
Guards tear at my insignia;
My past pride scrutinized, the verdict is always the noose..."
Swords striking masts provided a unique accompaniment.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...
"I am a powerful pirate;
