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piratejournal2014-01-30 11:42 pm
thatched) wrote in piratejournal2014-01-30 11:42 pm
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[it is a little after dinner, and he is in his little boat, lying back and watching the moon over the water, singing low to himself]
O come home my sailor boy
Far over deep gray waves you roam
I've been waiting long long years
To see you come back home.
O come home my sailor boy
Someone else waits for you, too
The glinting muskets at the door
Just say how I loved you
O don't worry sailor boy
I will watch you mount the stand
And when you go, my sailor boy
I'll take your hard cold hand
[after that fades into stillness, he'll write]
Ever felt too strong for anyone's good? Like you're not quite yourself anymore due to circumstances? Offhand, anyone think Davey Jones will grant requests if you end up under with him?
[not that he's thinking of doing anything reckless.]
O come home my sailor boy
Far over deep gray waves you roam
I've been waiting long long years
To see you come back home.
O come home my sailor boy
Someone else waits for you, too
The glinting muskets at the door
Just say how I loved you
O don't worry sailor boy
I will watch you mount the stand
And when you go, my sailor boy
I'll take your hard cold hand
[after that fades into stillness, he'll write]
Ever felt too strong for anyone's good? Like you're not quite yourself anymore due to circumstances? Offhand, anyone think Davey Jones will grant requests if you end up under with him?
[not that he's thinking of doing anything reckless.]
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