<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/03/cb/aa/03cbaa0ec73fe5167caab7efc56cb706--pirate-clothes-pirate-outfits.jpg)</div><em>I can't make fish just appear. I'm not a druid.</em>Myra thought as she made her way over to the mast to take her lashing, doing the same as she had once before.<br/><br/>After that, luckily she hadn't blacked out this time, Myra saw that moral was low thanks to the poor meal and figured she'd put on a show. After closing up her suit to the normal point she always had it at Myra took the stage so to speak and began to sing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Sing sweet Nightingale</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Myra rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br/>Comment: Sing maybe<br/>Result: 15, <br/>Total: 22<br/>This (https://youtu.be/ASe0q5D2Ubs) is the song she sings tone, though I have edited to words so that it is more fitting for the world but some things like certain location just don't have a named so I left the original names pretending they exsist here!</div></div><strong><em>"Upon one summer's morning<br/>I carefully did stray<br/>Down by the Walls of Wapping<br/>Where I met a sailor gay<br/> <br/>Conversing with a young lass<br/>Who seem'd to be in pain<br/>Saying, William, when you go<br/>I fear you'll ne'er return again<br/> <br/>My heart is pierced by Shylen<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold<br/> <br/>His hair it hangs in ringlets<br/>His eyes as black as coal<br/>My happiness attend him<br/>Wherever he may go<br/> <br/>From Tower Hill to Blackwall<br/>I'll wander, weep and moan<br/>All for my jolly sailor<br/>Until he sails home<br/> <br/>My heart is pierced by Shylen<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold<br/> <br/>My father is a merchant<br/>The truth I now will tell<br/>And in great Port Peril City<br/>In opulence doth dwell<br/> <br/>His fortune doth exceed<br/>300,000 gold<br/>And he frowns upon his daughter<br/>Who loves a sailor bold<br/> <br/>A fig for his riches<br/>His merchandise and gold<br/>True love has grafted my heart<br/>Give me my sailor bold<br/> <br/>My heart is pierced by Shylen<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold<br/> <br/>Should he return in pov'rty<br/>From o'er the ocean far<br/>To my tender bosom<br/>I'll press my jolly tar<br/> <br/>My sailor is as smiling<br/>As the pleasant month of Desnus<br/>And often we have wandered<br/>Through Ratcliffe Highway<br/> <br/>Many a pretty blooming<br/>Young girl we did behold<br/>Reclining on the bosom<br/>Of her jolly sailor bold<br/> <br/>My heart is pierced by Shylen<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold<br/> <br/>My name it is Myra<br/>A merchant's daughter fair<br/>And I have left my parents<br/>And three thousand gold a year<br/> <br/>Come all you pretty fair maids<br/>Whoever you may be<br/>Who love a jolly sailor<br/>That plows the raging sea<br/> <br/>While up aloft in storm<br/>From me his absence mourn<br/>And firmly pray arrive the day<br/>He's never more to roam<br/> <br/>My heart is pierced by Shylen<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold"</em></strong><br/>