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I’ve done few things of note aboard,
That’ve not been done before,
Tho’ should I live quite long enough,
They’ll be the stuff of lore.

I have no need of firmament,
Give me the shining sea
A spray on my bright scope tonight,
Is all I need of thee.

My life is best beneath the waves,
With men of my own kind,
Creaks and groans brought from the depths,
The last heard earthly sign.

Above the waves there is a space,
Less thick than that of mine,
Where wings can soar o'er ships near shore,
But depth is my red wine.

There’s smoke on the horizon,
Men scurry down below,
I clear the bridge, and call the dive
It’s time to start the show.

I track my foe with Eagle’s eyes
And squinting as I close
I point my fish to a point of death,
Along the compass rose.

From withheld breath I find the strength,
To call the deadly shot,
It’s me or them I say to myself
The sad old bloody lot.

My God is this what I must do,
To keep these fine men free
A spray on my bright scope tonight,
Is all I need of thee.

Suddenly I fear no more
My thoughts ring soundly true,
Forgive us Lord for this foul act,
We leave our souls to you.

I hear the sound of tearing iron
Of ship now torn asunder
Our visit unexpected,
Announced with sounds of thunder.

Escaping down to darkened depths,
Below a feisty squall.
That sprayed upon my scope tonight,
And surely saved us all.