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''By [[PCs:Ashanar Sekor|Ashanar Sekor]] (Ash)'' 

This is the Tale of the Cursed Corsair 
With its telling your thoughts may be spurred 
For in hearing it there is something to be learned 
Maybe you will see: Life is yours to earn 

Sailing south out of Tyedu, a land of frozen ice 
The Corsair watches his faithful crew playing dice 
Then storm brews on the horizon black as can be 
Moving toward them in a crazy breakneck speed 

Up they jump grabbing for the sails 
Soon the cold hard wind begins to wail 
Ice, sleet, and snow cover his frantic calls 
As the ship is taken into the cruel wind's squalls 

Out to sea they are blown through the night 
His faithful crew soon gives into fright 
The sails all torn and the mast nearly split 
As the morning air by the rising sun is lit 

Drifting for days, making repairs at his call 
The Corsair barks commands to his crew through it all 
Day turns to night and night into day 
In an endless rotation that leads emotions astray 

Food and water run short as the repairs are done 
While all of the crew works baking in the hot sun 
A single sail is rigged and they start to cheer 
Yet the Corsair knows nothing but fear 

For even with a sail one does need the wind 
And there is not a breeze for their sail to tend 
Prayers to Ingoren are said every night 
But after two days they still share this blight 

On the seventh day a bird song is sung 
And a bird lands where the limp sail is hung 
No food for three days and no water for two 
The Corsair orders his crew: 

"Shoot that bird down and bring it to me! 
And we can split it even to a tee!" 
Arrows fly and pin the white bird to the mast 
To late they realized their fate was sealed at last 

For an albatross lays dead at his feet 
All their faces turn white as a sheet 
For they killed the bird of good omen 
Which spells the death to all seamen 

The crew revolts and a mutiny ensues 
The Corsair is surrounded and him they all choose 
Around his neck the dead bird is hung 
And praises to Ingoren are sung 

The Corsair is tied to what was left of the mast 
So Ingoren would guide them through that sea so vast 
There is hope...Yet day after day upon that deep blue ocean 
Not a breath of wind would set the ship in motion 

Deep blue water everywhere with not a drop to drink 
As the crew dies one by one their bodies are allowed to sink 
'Till the there is only one left tied up with ropes 
His head hung down with little or no hope 

As night falls he opens his eyes as the ship moves 
It glides through the water ever so smooth 
No wind in its sail - how it seems to gather speed? 
Through the nights he thinks of his deeds 

As the sun rises the ship still moves on 
Will he survive this ordeal that his actions spawned? 
Two more days of travel and a port is seen 
He can't believe his salt sore eyes, what can it mean? 

The ship slowly bumps into the wooden dock 
Its sails all torn and holes in it that mock 
Like a floating cracked skull it comes to a stop 
We walked to the ship and onto it with a hop 

We could not believe what we saw, this ragged man 
So thin and so frail then his voice croaked as his story began 
He told us it all through his tears and pain 
He knew that his action caused his soul to be stained 

He offered a last pray to Ingoren then fell to his knees 
He wept and cried while calling out his pleas 
or us to take the oceans blessings and curses 
And put his story to a song and verses 

He died there on the deck of his ship 
Like a man broke from the whip 
We gave his body back to the sea 
With prayers to Ingoren and a soft plea 

So now you have heard the Corsair's Tale 
And you will take heed next time you take sail 
For always respect Ingoren's wishes, and make no demands 
And don't harm the birds sent to guide you to land 

 

[[Image:Ir_bard.gif]]‎ '''[[Songs by Ashanar Sekor]]'''

 

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