Liberté Hell
Bret awoke in a cold sweat
All the way to his feet
His shirt felt tight around the chest
How odd, to bed he never wore than a vest
And where was Marie Loé
He didn't have a clue
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He found his feet were tied to the foot of the bed
His hands were tied to what he thought was the bed head
He tried his best to wriggle free
For his efforts, he got a smack with a cane across his knee
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Jesus Christ, is this for real
If it, is I'm getting a raw deal
Where is that French girl
Just then he felt a chill
He was struggling to remember her face
It wasn't much of a chase
The light was low
But he was all a glow
He was dressed from tip to tail, in navy blue
It was a French lieutenant's uniform; he'd seen one or two
In a uniform, he would not be seen dead
No matter the colour, he'd rather be wed
Careful what you wish for my boy
Dad's voice echoed in the dark, she's not a toy
There was a loud crack of a whip
We need to get you into shape if you are ever to be master of this ship
No need to worry Pa, my ambitions don't go that far
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