Distant bays

Verse 1

Hoist the anchor and grab the ale,
We're Leaving port with wind to sail,
The sun is shining and the sea a-calm,
A call we can't prolong;

Chorus

So hoist the mast, sets sights for the sea,
Hearts full of iron but spirits free,
Face the storms and cleave the waves,
As we pave our way to distant bays;

Verse 2

The stakemen cry as we leave the shore,
Our loved ones wave, we'll miss them more,
But our love of the sea we cant ignore,
We'll return one day, so sure, so sure.

Chorus

So hoist the mast, sets sights for the sea,
Hearts full of iron but spirits free,
Face the storms and cleave the waves,
As we pave our way to distant bays;

Verse 3

Our ship is strong, our crew undaunted,
We'll face the nightmares a sea so haunted,
From port to port, we'll sail not hide,
With the wind on our back, we'll face the tides.

Chorus

So hoist the mast, sets sights for the sea,
Hearts full of iron but spirits free,
Face the storms and cleave the waves,
As we pave our way to distant bays;

Verse 4

Remember this day as we leave fair port,
Our hearts beat strong and our souls a fort,
With every breath of the salt sea air,
We'll see the green dawns glare.

Chorus

So hoist the mast, sets sights for the sea,
Hearts full of iron but spirits free,
Face the storms and cleave the waves,
As we pave our way to distant bays;

Chorus

So hoist the mast, sets sights for the sea,
Hearts full of iron but spirits free,
Face the storms and cleave the waves,
As we pave our way to distant bays;

Origin

None are truly certain whereDistant bays first set sail from, so ubiquitious is the shanty across Resai. Many, however, point to the the marsh covered island of Balora whose ships are known to sail from its harbours and embark eastward across the Dalient ocean, hulls full of wool, amber and ironwood timber, to the rich trade ports of Halvo, Vugoa and Mugya. A perilous journey for even the hardiest jack tar, few would risk it other than the desperate need for coin or escape. It is a voyage that that scrapes the desolate continent of Breq, a land anathema to natural life. Tales tell of creatures that swoon sailors into the jagged jaws of hidden reefs to feast on them and the bale green light that sheens off the lands mountains, driving men mad with a single glimpse.