Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-32663439-20160629192917

"Oh, you'll notice. Some long for the land soon enough. The steadiness. But there's nothing enjoyable about steadiness, as I find it to be terribly bland. On land, you are you and the land is the land. In the sea, you and the waves become one. There's an old shanty that I often enjoy, would you like to hear it?" Without waiting for Samedi's reply, Tariq started to sing rhythmically.

"The brine is your blood and your blood the brine,

The ship's hull your bones and the foremast your spine,

The deckhands your brethren of another's design,

The captain the master of your seafaring mind."

Tariq ended the shanty with a smile. "Of course, there's more to it, but that's the gist of it."

(Yep, I wrote that beauty mahself)