So ye wants to know why Barquentine an the Crux be tied to yer fine sloop then eh m'lady? Well well well there be a fine an proper answer to that Miss missy, but ye should not have to ask. What be a broken gib other than an excuse to fulfill a promise made. Search your memory. Aye search it well an once the clouds of dreams and war are blown aside like blood red leaves, an the sea is calm praps you'll remember?
-Until then here's a ditty I made up while I dressed the varmint:
Well the ropes be thick with the ice of fjords
-an the air full o flying snow,
an the smell of Pine be in the air
-To the North lands I will go
Beware the wind and the rock an weather
In that land of stars an heather.