If you think you are safe at sea, oh dear reader you truly are mistaken, there is no place the tendrils of the Dark cannot reach. Ask in the ports, ask to the sailors, ask the damned that lay at the bottom of the deep blue seas. For you see, there was a battle in the ocean, and though you may choose to believe on what the royal channels may tell you. You would be blinded to the truth. No dear reader, to obtain the truth you should spend time in the taverns and brothels of Sincadere, keeping your ears perked at the sea shanties of the few experienced sailors that did, in fact, return home. Two tiny ships from Nascentia they sailed,
Way, aye, drown the man down, Met with our krakens on the bravest seas, Oh give us some time to drown the man down! Feel our tentacles, give us your coin, Way, aye, blow the man down, Show us your bow, take it in tow, Oh give us some time to blow the man down! Dragons and beasts, cannons, magic, and screams, Way, aye, mug the man down, Cleaning the ships from Hellheim's shiny bling, Oh give us some time to mug the man down! What a show from the coast, what a night to soak, Way, aye, sink the man down, The King swimming home, its guard washing ashore, Oh give us some time to sink the man down! I tell you now, don’t ever trust a squid, Way, aye, squeeze the man down, Not worthy trade, the King's pride for its ink, Oh give us some time to squeeze the man down! I bid you farewell and as always, Sleep with one eye open. -R. Hangfire Comments are closed.
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