com a quest to find new lands and discover new treasures not all of my lovers are walking on clouds.We travel the sea's far and wide like lost sheep looking for the hear der.
Bounty's of rich Bo unites of poor aplenty we search again and again.
The cries of the fallen are deep within our hearts and souls.
The screams of pain shudder our bones but we carry on..
Lovers are lost and friends are gained but we carry on...
I return to my wife/husband with kisses and
tails as long as the horizon is clear.
"on we must go" a cry from the galleys did come.
"fear thyself and they have won the battle"
"the count has been tallied my lord the numbers are far too many sir" interrupted the quartermaster.
"there is only food left for two more days returning home will take 24weeks.. we cannot survive that long sir"
"chin up son were British carry on soldier" hollowed the Admiral from his cabin...
.
"The isles of white are 2days away with the enemy in between we must fight to survive. Then we can party on the whites isles and relax"
A mighty roar came from the crew.
"fight on we must admiral" roared the crewmen.
To all those lost souls travelling the seas along with The flying Dutchman...
They are lost and never forgotton.
Hopefully this isn't too upsetting for anyone.
