[Big Cat]

A letter in a bottle, would reach the shores of Meranthe... To the hands unexpectedly being the ones to open it? Could sense the feelings of dreed that were born in their eventual demise. The lives of those whom braved the storm-... Never to be heard of again.

A yo-ho-ho through the storm we row.

The journey untold, for we do not show.
No text, no scribes, no lore keeper notes.
Long gone and forgotten.
Through the storm we row.
A yo-ho-ho does our boat just go.
No end in sight, but clear cloudless skies.

Our journey untold.
For we all have died.

The bird has arrived, alone does it perch.
A screeching and a cawing.
Seeking death in its curse.

All know well, this symbol of sleep.
We know so well, as keep on our streak.
The days go on and the sea would speak.
It tells of the end, the one we seek!

So a yo-ho-ho.
To the edge of the world.
We wrote our story in song of this tale...

A yo-ho-ho.
Are we all afraid. The days grow darker...
And the suns grows pale.
The crow it stares and begins to gawk.
A hobble cross the sail, leaves us star-struck.

They'd pecked it not once, but twice then trice.
No longer could we row, left adrift countless nights.

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Why do we live, just to suffer?
Why have we rowed so bravely, just to die?
Why.
               Why..
                                Why...