Bonus Content: The Sailor’s Prayer

Corzin & Celestia write a song aboard ship

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Preamble
Celestia: Corzin! Corzin: [Sleepy grumble]

Celestia: Cor-zin! Corzin: What? Celestia: It's three in the morning, I've had at least half a bottle of rum, maybe two, and I think it's time we wrote that sea shanty to be honest. Corzin: You said you were only gonna have half a bottle of rum. Celestia: Well, I had a half, and then I had another half. You did not express that I could only have one half. Corzin: Oh, so did you just drink the half that was on the bottom first but you had to get through the half that was on the top to get to the one on the bottom? Celesia: [Talking over Corzin] I... I did. I decided that the bottom half was mine. Corzin: [Sighing] Right. Celestia: But you said you'd write a sea shanty with me. It's been ages and sailing is boring and we should fucking get on with it really. Corzin: [Sighs] All right. Celestia: How does it start?

Lyrics
This dirty town has been my home since last I was a’sailing But I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner be out whaling

Oh Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

Paid off my score and then ashore, my money soon was flying With my Molly all on my knee and in my ear she’s sighing

Oh Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

With me new-found friends, me money spent just as fast as winking But when I make to clean the slate, the landlord says, "Keep Drinking"

Oh Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

With me money gone, me clothes in pawn and Molly set for leaving (I’m fecking leaving) Six months of pay gone in three days, but Molly isn't grieving

Oh Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

When the cab comes round, I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking

Oh Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

So for one last trip from port I'll ship but next time back I'm swearing (Fuck!) I'll settle down in my hometown and go no more seafaring

Well Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

Oh Lords above, send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors

Epilogue
Charlie's Regret Sailor: Shut the fuck up! It's 3 in the morning! Some of us are trying to sleep! Celestia: Some of us are trying to have fun, fuck off! More rum! Corzin: [Disappointed sigh]