I stand an impressive six feet four inches and am slight of build. I have eyes that will bore into your very being, and if ya pick a fight, I will steal your soul. They say I am the devil’s spawn. The night is when I bring the fight. I have cannon fuses lit in me hair. That will give you a scare. Around me neck, me baldric carries six pistols. I am an excellent shot, so do not plot. I wear a red coat that smells of the dead. Around me waist is a sword that has found many a head. Do not raise your sword to me, or you will find yourself dead. I have a dagger hidden—it is true. It might be small, but when I bring it to the fight, it be true to its mark, and you will fall. I have about me weathered face a beard as black as a moonless night. The smell of rum and sea are a part of me. Be it known for those to fear so do not plea. For when they hear, Blackbeard, terror of the sea.