The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
But it's been a tough few weeks..... and I am still afloat.... kinda sorta.
It's just that really sinking is not an option............ I owe Billy Lang twenty bucks and he will not let me drown until I pay up!