Ahoy!

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10/15/2000 4:35 a.m.

'Ahoy!' Cries the barding man, leaning to the mast.
It seems we 'ave another one, who thinks 'er time 'as past.
Captain Slayne shall ferry 'er, through all the ocean spray,
For 'e 'imself cannot decide, upon which shore to stay.

Westward lie the sagelords, of skill and knowledge lost-
Many say their wisdom delt, in knowing when to 'ave passed.
And Eastward rise the living souls, of the ever changing land,
But every one a mortal be, and fewer each year stand.

'Tis better to ask the Captain, upon the Stolen 'eart,
"Would ye be so kind, as to make route, upon your seaman's chart?"
For the alternative lies in asking the Ferrymen Deceased,
"I have a coin, would you do your work, and take me to the East?"

"All your friends will be aboard," The bardman calls to ye,
And while Raina waves from on the docks, ye float upon the sea.
"Don't ye worry, she will be along," old Que whispers in yer ear,
"And we'll all drink our Indra's Brew, and rise up with a cheer!"

Aye, Slayne be the better choice, far better than the slain,
For he will take you to be free, and not tied to 'el's black chain.
And you shall always have the choice with him, as Puck and Kyrian say,
To return again once every year, and in the Old Lands stay.