Figurehead.
In the days when every seaport had its figurehead to show,
This same day calls for freeing, I must go save these countrymen, my honorable crew if they still breathe.
I must sail deep down north again, with strong men and skillful hands.
All I ask this day is a dreadnaught and a star to steer her as the people blare for salvaging.
And all I ask again is a windy day and a friendly storm at night,
And a sweet dream with my shipmen when the long cruise is over.