Buried beneath a pile of sand.
Better than silver, better than gold,
Waiting to be found by a courageous soul.
So Pirate Karsten who loves a mission,
Set about fulfilling his grand vision.
He put on his eye patch, fixed his cap,
Studied with glee his old treasure map.
Ahoy! The ship sailed with a mighty jolt,
Full power ahead! To X marks the spot.
The sea was smooth, the wind was high,
The seafarer’s heart was light as a fly.
With his hair a-flapping, his hands a-clapping,
To sea shanty tunes his feet a-tapping,
“We’re on a mission, we’re on a quest,
where X marks the spot, is my treasure chest!”
Suddenly the sea parted with a roar,
Up rose a dragon, fifty feet tall!
Its eyes were amber, its scales were green,
It looked so horrible, it looked so mean!
But brave Pirate Karsten didn’t even flinch,
He jumped on its nose and gave it a pinch,
With a painful shriek, the dragon fell with a
splash
And disappeared beneath the sea in a flash.
Spurred on by his victory, his spirits buoyed,
Karsten sang loudly with a great big voice,
“We’re on a mission, we’re on a quest!
Where X marks the spot, is my treasure chest!”
The next day he found some seagulls in a bunch,
Oh dear! They’d mistaken his map for lunch!
They tore it to bits, Karsten said, “NO!
Without my treasure map, where shall I go?”
So he picked up the pieces, one by one,
Stuck them together in the midday sun,
It was crumpled and stained, but it did not
matter,
As long as there’s “X” – that glorious letter.
The wind was picking up, the storm clouds
gathering,
Soon there was rain, and flashes of lightning,
The ship was tossed on mile-high waves,
“Save me!” he cried, “or I’ll sink without
trace!”
And above the din, he heard a voice say,
“Be still!” it said, and the waves obeyed.
As the storm subsided, the ship ran aground,
Exhausted, Karsten fell asleep on the ground.
Then from behind the sandbar, emerged a man.
In a familiar voice, he said, “Hello, my
friend.”
“Were you the one who saved me just then?”
asked Karsten, “with outstretched arm and
mighty hand?”
“Ay, ay!” he said, with a kindly smile,
“Why don’t you talk with me awhile?”
“I’m lost” Karsten said, “tell me where I am!”
“Of course!” he replied, unfurled the map on
the sand.
And that’s when he turned the voyage on its
head,
“You see, the map’s oriented this way instead.
You thought you’re going this way, but you’re
really going that,
When you thought you’re heading northeast,
you’re really heading west!
“So the ‘X’ you see, is no X at all,”
“Rotate your map,” he urged, and then Karsten
saw
the “X” becomes a “+” - yes a cross!
The Cross marks the treasure that’s worth the
cost.
“Because, the cross is where I died,
To save your life, I paid the price.
So at the Cross, you will find treasure,
In boundless and eternal measure.
"It’ll never spoil, it’ll never fade,
It’ll never be spent, it’s always the same.
So now you’ve found treasure, you can truly
sing,
With gutso and with your everything,
“We’re on a mission, we’re on a quest!
Where the Cross marks the spot, is my treasure
chest!”
