We left the port
The maiden fighting tooth and nail
With all sort among the crew

We set sail
The maiden tied to the rail
Blotchy and pale

Fearless and frail
Those who she allowed near were few
One step towards her, heed a wail

Drifting ship along the waters
All food stale
Mice and scurvy, not a snail

Diseased, wretched held against will
None to pleased
Ready to kill

Through the rough ocean
A twisting, sick motion
Maiden unbound herself

Never seen around
Armed with sword
Slashed throats at her own accord

Murdered all in sight
Everything she could afford
Next time, think twice before you force her aboard