AO: THE FOUNDRY
QiC: _Not Registered
Date: 10/28/2025
Title: Three Leg Journey
Number of HIMs: 2
Clog, Reba
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
OYO
Tha Thang:
Heave, lads, heave, and roll the capstan round,
For the cold and the dark and the misty mornin'!
Heave, lads, heave, 'til the old hull groans a sound,
And we'll all weigh anchor in the mornin'!
"Old Clog, my friend, do ye not find it odd,
That a sailor's faith is tossed about by God?"
Said Reba to Clog, with a misty, mournful frown,
As the wind-lashed riggin' whistled 'round and 'round.
(Chorus)
Old Clog spat a quid of tar and looked at Reba's face,
"This here old vessel ain't a holy, sacred place.
But I've seen the wonders in the deep, and in the sky above,
And I've felt the mystery and the all-consuming love."
(Chorus)
"Aye, but is it justice, or a whim to prove His might,
That a good man drowns at sea 'neath a stormy night?"
Said Reba to Clog, as she strained upon the bar,
"And a wicked sinner sits safe in a distant harbor?"
(Chorus)
"Some believe that we are but a test of faith and will,
And only the righteous shall find the peace that's still,"
Said Clog, with a voice as deep as the fathomless abyss,
"But I believe the captain wants our hope, and not our bliss."
(Chorus)
"What kind of Captain lets his own ship's crew go stray,
And abandons all the faithful to the ocean's way?"
Cried Reba, "Tell me, Clog, can ye understand this plight?
The endless, pitch-black dark without a guiding light?"
(Chorus)
"The Lord, my lad, is a mighty hand to trust,
And I have this hope to keep my old soul just."
Said Clog, as the anchor chain rattled on the deck,
"Even when the waves of doubt rise up to seize your neck."
(Chorus)
Now the shanty-man sang a line for one more pull,
The bitter cold seeping in and chilling the soul.
For in the misty mornin', a sailor finds his grace,
In the hope that carries him to a better place.
(Chorus)
As the anchor rises, and the ship begins to sway,
The two old salts are ready for another day.
They'll ponder life's great wonders, and the captain they adore,
As they sail away to a distant shore.
(Chorus)
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