Tove lay on her bed and stared up at the gilded ceiling. Randulfr had gotten quite disgusted with her and sprawled across her chest. He would periodically lick her chin.
There were a couple of things that might make her feel better. Going out for a good prowl. Cap’s company. But both of those things involved getting up, and she couldn’t be bothered even if she could shift the wolf.
There was song. There was always song, but she was tired of music to suit the charr, and sad besides, and nothing was a better release for that than a miserable old sea shanty. She took as deep a breath as she could–thanks Rand–and sang:
We were one week out from Lion’s Arch
With our journey near its end
And our hold was full of gold and trade
And we had our coin to spend
Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And our time on the sea is done
Soon we’ll be on a green and pleasant shore
With the rest we’ve sorely won
We were five days out from Lion’s Arch
And the wind was at our back
And our ship was sailin’ hard and fast
And the sky was turning black
Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
But this squall’s got our sails stretched tight
And those black hungry clouds and that indigo sea
Won’t let go without a fight
We were three days out from Lion’s Arch
When we had to lower our sails
For the sea was a rough and wanton bitch
And the wind’s a banshee’s wail
Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And the waves how high they crash
Washin’ clean our deck of all they find
And the salt spray’s like a lash
We were two days out from Lion’s Arch
And our Captain was no more
Now he has his post beneath the sea
On the ocean bottom’s floor
Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And the hold’s taking water fast
This cold sea storm has taken its due
As it’s shatterin’ our mast
Oh we’re one day out from Lion’s Arch
And the sea is smooth as glass
Not a soul on the waves
Not a cloud in the sky
Nothing marking where we’d passed
Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And our time on the sea is done
Soon we’ll be on a green and pleasant shore
With the rest we’ve sorely won
Tove let the gilded walls eat her song and then closed her eyes and napped.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k8VHTDfWTE&list=ULahAKt6yJpxc&index=861)
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