Sailors are a tough breed,
An internal brotherhood, a stone-tough creed;
Sailing across the open sea,
Holding firm to their gallant spot in destiny.
The stars tell them where to go,
They will not deter from the calling flow;
They explore and defend, all for the royal crown,
They might give life and limb, and some might drown.
Many pirates have been defeated, and turned away,
These sailors have always won the day;
The H.M.S. Fortitude's resilience knows no bounds,
Their only prize is the safety of the motherlands grounds.
But one dreary night, in a hell of a storm,
The frightened crew was not uniform;
Nearing shelter, drawn by a soothing voice,
The sirens crashed the ship, as if they had no choice.
