Requiem For the Wolf of the North

As the days turned to night we would find ourselves pondering our futures The sky was red in the west as the sun set upon our dreams We would drop the sails and let her drift The current our only salvation Take us where you will and damn the rest For we had nowhere to be and no one to see Sometimes we would drift for days and lollygag about the decks Swimming in the sea or fishing for tuna Ah what a fight if we managed to hook one The men would soon become restless and we would once again be under way Heading north into the teeth of a storm And pushing her as hard as we could The work seemed to keep the men hard and clean And gave them a reason to live Tales to tell when we reached port But we never did We would take what we needed from the sea And drink rainwater to quench our thirst And if the rations became low we would pirate what was needed Nothing like a good fight to get the juices flowing and feel alive again The wolf of the north was always at our call Port of duty: anywhere but here