Yarrrrrr! We be lookin’ fer recruits and fer new corporations in The Church and our Alliance!
Many yarrrrrs can be said if ye be joinin’ us! Yarrrrrr!
Praise the church!
Ye scurvy dog! Ye couldn’t hit the broadside of a station with a cannonball if it was sittin’ still in front o’ ye! Yer aim’s as crooked as a Kaalakiota freighter in a wormhole, and yer ship’s so slow, even the asteroids are laughin’ at yer wake! If brains were treasure, ye’d be the poorest pirate in the galaxy, and I’ve seen better tactics from a drunk miner with a shovel! Now take yer sorry self off my horizon before I turn ye into space debris. Yarrrrrr!
Join us and ye can hurl fun pirate insults in any fleet in local!
Many yarrrs shall be said if ye join us!
Yarrrrr mateys! We’ve joined up with Phoenix Coalition and now have access to some relatively safe space for ISK-making and bigger fleets to join for fun!
Oh, stars that gleam in the velvet night,
Guide me ship on a course so right.
Through asteroid belts and nebula’s glow,
To treasures vast where the riches flow.
For a pirate’s heart beats not for love,
But for crates of gold from the skies above.
Sweet plundered goods and relics rare,
A bounty bold beyond compare.
Ye drones and wrecks, my quarry fine,
Each holds a promise, a jewel divine.
A captain’s chest, a cargo hold,
Brimmin’ with ISK and loot untold.
Yon officer’s wreck, a glimmerin’ prize,
A Sansha’s hoard to bedazzle the skies.
Seventy billion from Chelm’s trove,
Enough to make a pirate rove.
So raise the rum, let the cannons sing,
For fortune’s bell doth loudly ring.
A pirate’s dream, a spacefaring tale,
To chase sweet booty with a solar sail!