.A scarred and rakish seadog, mysterious opacity
Walks the grove, the phantom's home
Cuts down firs where men would flee
Wooden beams and mortar, the timber shack is taking shape
The tavern's baptized "Black Hand Inn"
A blackened hand shines on the plate
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