When I stand and look. About the port. And contemplate my life will I. Ever see my countrymen again?. As the captain calls us on the deck. I take my things and walk. To the harbourside I glance back. One last time.. Fleeing our nation our problems. We leave behind.. Ships by the tenfold sail. Out on the tide.. We are pleased to be out and. Embracing the open sea.. Free from our troubles. And more free from thee.. Inheritors unfulfilled reason. Behind us.. We flee from what is not what. Is will be.. We flee the earth and face our. Harsh reality.. Will death be low mist that. Hangs on the sea?. We run from the evil tongues rash. Judgements selfish men. Never to be seen on these. Shores again.. As we sail into oceansize. And lose sight of all land. A face of contentment. Around in the air.. We're off now to. Seek all our fortunes.. To the land of our dreams.. Riding the waves and the storm. Is upon us.. The winds lash the sails but. The ropes keep them tight.. Off in the distance a dark cloud. Approaching.. None could imagine what there. Was to come.. No there's no one going back.. No there's not a second chance.. As we strap onto the side. We pray to God that we don't die.. As we ride the rough seas. As we soak from the ocean waves. I just hope for all our lives. And pray that I survive.. Four ships are lost in the. Stormy conditions.. The spirits of the sunken crews. Their phantoms follow us.. Spirits sails they drive us on. Through the all consuming waves.. Cold mortality no weapon. Against these ever raging seas.. Four leagues and ten and we. Hit storms again.. We just can't get away from. The eye of the storm.. The birds outsoar the raging storm. But we cannot escape it.. Abandoned earth that we. Now crave. Is many leagues from safe.. Holding on for our dear lives. And we're praying once again.. Rotten luck or just jonahed?. The talisman is in my hand.. Limbs fatigues trembling with cold.. Blinded from the sea spray salt.. Clasping anything we can hold.. Heave's rain upon us falls.. Twenty days without a meal. And ten without fresh water still.. Those that didn't die in storms. The scurvy rest did slaughter.. Westwards the tide.. Westwards we sail on.. Westwards the tide.. Sail by the talisman.. We approach the other side. Of the ocean with the tide. In our favour just for once.. Welcome greeting our new land.. The elation in our hearts. The excitement in our veins. As we sail towards the coastline. Of our golden promised land.. Weary limbs fatigued away.. I have no life left in me.. No more strength and nothing. Left to give.. Must find the will to live.. Never thought that we could. Make it.. Truly sight of shores divine.. The sickness I am dying from.. Never wanted it to end this way.. Westwards the tide.. Westwards we sail on.. Westwards the tide.. Sail by the talisman.