Bonus Content: The Krakensbane

This is a filk of Anne Louise, a The Longest Johns original

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Lyrics
Oh, The Krakensbane is waiting for a crew to jump aboard

To take her out to deeper waters further from the shore

For its quiet and still in the harbor, not a voice to be heard in the bay

But the winds coming down from Dulais and there's plenty to be done today

Oh! Cast off me lads We'll set the sails out in cause

She's been gasping for some action Out on the open seas

Oh there's nothing quite like pitching Along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller Of my sky blue westerly

Oh we've coffee and we've bacon and we've everything on board So cry the crew, cast off from this safe haven we've been moored For there's salt wind in our lungs boys, and salt blood in our veins But the winds coming down from Dulais making horses beyond the cranes

Oh! Cast off me lads We'll set the sails out in cause She's been gasping for some action Out on the open seas

Oh there's nothing quite like pitching Along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller Of my sky blue westerly

Oh she may be kinda small but she's got everything and more For a crew of hopeless seadogs salut side up the shore Oh we may be back in a month, or we may be back in a day But the winds coming down from Dulais and there's no way that we can stay

Oh! Cast off me lads We'll set the sails out in cause She's been gasping for some action Out on the open seas

Oh there's nothing quite like pitching Along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller Of my sky blue westerly

Oh, The Krakensbane has had her fill and now we must away To walk upon the shores and share the stories of the day Oh we may sleep well in our beds tonight, and we may not be back here for days But the winds coming down from Dulais and our dreams will be on the waves

Oh! Cast off me lads We'll set the sails out in cause She's been gasping for some action Out on the open seas

Oh there's nothing quite like pitching Along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller Of my sky blue westerly

Oh! Cast off me lads We'll set the sails out in cause She's been gasping for some action Out on the open seas

Oh there's nothing quite like pitching Along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller Of my sky blue westerly (With my hand on the tiller) With my hand on the tiller Of my sky blue westerly