Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-5543592-20160218235332

"Yeah, imagine it.  They're sitting up in there trees serenading us.  The whole kit and caboodle." Scire explained, wincing as one of the greenhorns behind him stepped on something crunchy. Darn amatuers. None of them had every really had to hunt to survive, after all. He'd grown up knowing that, if he didn't make a kill, he wouldn't get to eat. In fact, a whole portion of the tribe wouldn't have been able to eat. So he'd had to pick some things up to do his job right. Experience helped him. Some of the others, aside from Zaydate... not so much.

The three merecnaries fell silent as they watched Jude scramble out into the camp, cutting off their song.

Crimson eyed the Dunmer for a moment, before holding up a finger and beginning his own. He had a very surprising singing voice, most likely a tenor, and sung rather sweetly. Unfortunately, despite his apparent gift for song, the lyrics were no less vulgar than the man singing them.

"Oh! Sally Brown, she's the gal for me boys Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! Oh! Sally Brown she's the gal for me, boys Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

We're bound away, 'way down south, boys, Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! We're bound away, 'way down south, boys, Way high, Miss Sally Brown!"

The other three mercs snickered before adding their voices to the song.

"It's down to Cheydinhal to see Sally Brown boys, Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! Down to Trinidad to see Sally Brown boys, Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

She's lovely on the foreyard, an' she's lovely down below boys, Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! She's lovely 'cause she loves me, that's all I want to know boys, Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

Ol' Captain Baker, how do you store yer cargo? Roll Boys! Roll boys roll! Some I stow for'ard, boys, an' some I stow a'ter Way high, Miss Sally Brown

Forty fathoms or more below boys, Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! There's forty fathoms or more below boys, Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

Oh, way high ya, an' up she rises, Roll Boys! Roll boys roll! Way high ya, and the blocks is different sizes, Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

Oh, one more pull, don't ya hear the mate a-bawlin? Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! Oh, one more pull, that's the end of all the hawlin' Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

Sally Brown she's the gal for me boys, Roll, boys! Roll boys roll! Sally Brown she's the gal for me, boys, Way high, Miss Sally Brown!"