Post by ink on Apr 27, 2017 3:43:58 GMT
No cause is lost
OOC: The Song www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJCskkZUEJQ
Captain padded through the streets with a clear expression of annoyance on his scarred face. His pawpads so used to the feeling of the wood of the old boat he missed so much ad the port, as well to the soft and hot sand of the shores he used to visit, now were forced to endure the hard terrain of the streets of the new twoleg that had taken him away from everything he once loved so much and the open sea which he used to call “home”. A dangerous and traitorous home, but home in the end. The closest thing he had been to it being the strange shores that were slightly far from the twoleg place…oh, if he could only sail again, feel the breeze on his face and take a dive with his comrades on the deep blue waters only found far away from the shore.
With a deep painful sigh he stopped dead on his tracks and looked up to the stars above his head. At least the skies were still the same and that brought some comfort to the old sailor cat’s heart.
“Oh, wrap me in my country’s flag, and lay me in the cold blue sea
Let the roaring of the waves, my solemn requiem be
And I shall sleep a pleasant sleep, while storms above their vigils keep”
Let the roaring of the waves, my solemn requiem be
And I shall sleep a pleasant sleep, while storms above their vigils keep”
He couldn’t help but close his eyes and start to sing, his deep voice guided by memories of the times he sang with his comrades these same songs that flooded his mind like the waves the decks when in the middle of a storm they threatened the sink his old ship.
“My Captain brave shall read for me, the service of the silent dead
And yay shall lower me in the waves, when all the prayers are said
And I will find my long, long home, among the billows and the foam
Farewell my friends for many a league, we’ve sailed together on the deep
Come let us shake our hands, I’ll sail no more, but shipmates wear for weep”
And yay shall lower me in the waves, when all the prayers are said
And I will find my long, long home, among the billows and the foam
Farewell my friends for many a league, we’ve sailed together on the deep
Come let us shake our hands, I’ll sail no more, but shipmates wear for weep”
Tears started to roll down his face as he sang. He rarely got emotional during his daily routine, but these songs were special to him, just as much the stories that his old grandpa told to him about their ancestors before he joined them in the depths of the blue sea they had sailed for as long as any of them could remember. That left the black cat wondering…would he ever see them again, now that he was so far away from the waters that had been their resting place for generations?
“I’m bound above, my course is run
I near the port, my voyage is done”
I near the port, my voyage is done”
If there is but one fool left to fight for it
