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Punkte der Stadt: 4568 |
Stadtgründung: 25.May.2002 | |
Krönung: 7.Sep.2005 | |
Amtshandlungen: Metall auf 9 (von 11 ) Holz auf 4 (von 11 ) Stein auf 17 (von 8 ) | |
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Rede zur Krönung: Jolly Roger der alte Herr dieser Stadt trug mir Pwyll von BTcity auf das Lied der alten Seemänner die in dieser Stadt wohnen zum besten zu geben... Da ich nicht besonders gut singe habe ich den Chor der Seemänner heute eingeladen um hier auf dem Balkon des Palastes zu singen nun bitte ich um Ruhe für den Vortrag... "Weigh the anchor, hoist the sails Cruisin' for booty on watery trails No exploiter we see can still sail on Our cannons fire till his ship goes down Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shall burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands Our engagement are tough, but only for defence Carefully we sail around the reefs To force those die-hards to their knees Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shall burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger Coming through the waves to free all the captives Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics We're the menace, the curse of the sea We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shall burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger" |